two tone trigger happy

its so cold when youre above me
politics and promises
we dance like no one else could
im alergic to the reasons
want to bury my devotion?
want to press your lips against the barrell
cough recoil blister
paint the palace with a thought
and flip the light switch for the audiance

fuck

i'm tired you see, i don't know. i'm out of terrificly splendid ideas for making you smile.
shut up. i'm a gasoline fueled explosion of what the fuck was he thinking. don't try too hard babe, i'm relaxing in a trash bag waiting for the truck to take me to the rest of the rubbish. throw me out and i'm looking for more like this. just a rebound player from the under skin. got a bug in my head saying take it apart and i'm fine just fine. one little mouse says its okay to feel in a world full of questions im looking for more than answers, thats a trip, a ride on today. right now i'm thinking of drugs i use to take and pains i use to feel. i like all this sullen garbage with a few gallons of screaming guitars and broken glass. just a sore throat away from the end of the middle. and i'm looking to never end up you.

walls are mans way of saying hey stop lookking at my insides

i got a mixed message from a woman who eats emotional salads with balsamic vinegrete.
oh the colors she vomits when she's speaking to me about the death of passion and the purpose of peace.
just a letter i wrote that said go if you must but you've got my number if your hungry or lost

when you stop to think
you should hurry up and start again
make every decision based on the breakfast you ate in 1972
all th elimo drivers in all the world and you had to walk into mine
sunsets are pretty and homelessness abundant
but i'm tired of fake smiles and white zinfindel
give me the rude crude bastard child of rock and roll and crooket teeth with fist marked faces
where cigs are 7 dollars and gas is as expensive as milk
where the lights illuminate something worth looking at and where you can get in a fight at a bar with a stranger cause he spilled your beer on your cleanest pair of dirty pants

too many days without a decent burrito
and i'm telling you darling i miss your smell.
i keep a lock of hair to remind me
of that time i almost dove out into traffic
in an effort to escape that song.
i'm trimming nails with my teeth and buying two dollar burgers on the beach
waiting for low tide.
just a man with a dream of nudity wealth and love.
brown toned skin from the all week sun and even on its bad days i find it so apealing.

living a rich lifestyle on a shoestring budget trying to remember that i'm only acting like i know what i'm doing.

sarcasm
a fury of emotions
a tidal wave of indecision and madness toppling all reason and exploding without regard for the love wrapped in razor wire thats been blown to bits and dental flossed back together over and over again
and those are the qualities than make me love her

somthing

placemat friendship paper thin

malformed ego

results are in

suicide and indigestion

marmalade and perfect posture

renegade idiocy forming pictures

of a time and place far from this wasteland

i'm not asking for a hand

but get yours out of my pocket

no more daisys

start pushing envelopes

and empty all your waste in here

electric pop fizz on the mambo circus diet

a little less than fresh, but i'm finding ways to keep from rotting
telephone chaingang warnings to the massives
put down and pick up and save till your full of time well spent in a dead end paycheck.

fingers split and blackened from the time you wake
and your back aint been the same since the bottom fell out
i tell you this again that the nuetral colors make for borring conversation
i'm an earth tones kinda stumble with a grin to dimly light the room

she wore that brown dress today and i hope i didn't ruin in with all the rattle and crash and back seat indigestion

you see i'm almost back to gravy baby, just a few more decades and i'll be growing up a little

i'm gonna paint you a faded yellow brown
yeah like nicotine photographs of love below sea level
roll outta bed to find routine indigestion
i'm a trip in the wind child
everything endless

i've called your attention to the stains on my shirt babe to prove once again i've been up to no good
missing you at the end of the begining of your flight
i'm restless burning diesel and panama grey

correct me if i'm right cause i'm stolen broken bruised
and my shattered little dream boat bottoms out around the edges
but i'm trying kid
i'm trying not to get too far from me to get away from you

lonley night rediculous i'm perfect pictures carved in mud
you held my hand through bitterness and now you run the roads....

still theres dirt beneith my finger nails and modesty to boot
i'm alergic to the upperclass and radio sounds like shit to me
so theres hope for all that revolution and stale beer lipstick i miss in the night when i'm callng collect from the 7-11 i used to sleep behind.....

a eulogy for a friend

tell me a story fabled grandfather of ink and paper back, i'll miss the subtle little ways you digested the world with acidic prose and perfect disdain
great grandfather i could set my watch to
goodnight one last time...a little humor went every which way but ignored...dearest anesthesia to a crippled old world begging to be euthanized with sweet truths from the tip of a sharp tongue

tell the next life that being tired is no excuse to stop trying
and make death look like a cake walk compared to life.

kurt, i love ya brother
keep em rollin in the isles

craig

don't subject me to your rigerous labeling structure

skinned turned golden brown with setting sun and i'm protruding from the hips in such a way to catch her eye before she leaves and i follow to an end deserving of the name begin

twist mango and shoe lace together with the slow beat of a fist on oak around suppers good evening

is there any room for trust in a world where i can't promise my buttler won't rob my antiquities while i'm having my yaht dipped in gold

nipples are best left untwisted

come for the party stay for the burial trumpets at dawn wanna mombo topside babydoll, reckon the floor just right distance between your pants and my thought process

as to and fro i aim o let none but the one whom i've paid for the rub into the hollow bum bum bum bum.....bum bum bum bum....

wasn't thinking of you

now that it's over we can begin
to be honest about the bullshit
and you can cry tears of joy and i'll wince with amusement
and we both can't dance across the hardwood intestines
with fabulous yellows and pearly white nothingness
how about we turn the television upside down and pant softly while the world explodes in an orgy of senseless violins
wouldn't you rob a liquior store to bring me a happy home
should we settle for purgory or is purging a better high
lets promise to never get committed to any one thing
and we'll make plans to think about it over cooffee and bed bugs
any way baby, i just wanted to say i haven't had better
and i wasn't thinking of you

for my or maybe your... you know

seldom kiss between the meanings
collecting faces and rarely breathing
cutting pieces from your memory
leaving home to pursue your enemies
i'm locking all this from my favor
dying to fall upon old behavior
casting stones at won't be saviours
lying down upon the railroads
looking for a love called salvage
damage goods in shrink wrapped packages
cut my face from pictures loneliness
bedding down with paperback romance
treading water and finding rosencrance
strumming rotten five string instuments
to tell the truth i've just been impotent
masturbate to my friend syphillus
typhoid promises hacking coughin fits
i found the exit procedure bothersome
stick around till i find anyone
to solve this puzzle and my rubix cube
to be quite honest i can' find the tube
theres idiots in that box
i'm damn near out of clocks
and radio plays disco sonet rock
has any of this penetrated your box
of unclaimed personal effects
and by the time that your through reading this
is the top of the bottom any more romantic
when you can't find a flashlight to keep a promise
to the next time you'll be out of tissues
which of my freinds should i use
and to make it simple if forgotten
but i ripped my pants and swallowed buttons
now forgive my nevermind that last part
i am sure that i could believe in...

...must have fallen overboard
is there a name that maybe i could afford
just relay this criptic message
while i bask in winters undue suffrage

bleed that old ass heart of yours

your a little bit of a gentleman on a prostitution silver dollar
just a long book of sonnets never read but thought over
i'm endearing if you have a couple condoms

so i've ssen a grand canyon and tomorrows burst with lightnings kiss
but i'll remember for the lifetimes how you felt in evenings nakedness

drop an a flat on my minor with a topless charade
i found perfection in an open bar with fingers from the grave
and let me contimplaite addiction whilst a steel mill whistle blows
just a dreadful inhabition
that forever musn't know

so i put on some tangerine lipgloss and answered the door...i was one lucky woman...

still i wonder who'll stop the rain

Idiot wind and malcontent
for the worthless endeavors you've been trained and prepared

all that is yours is misguided lies
but please remain certain that a bomb is a person disguised as truth

and death is but one mans end while life is the perused of explosive unrest.

don't settle for less when more is desired

and progress will be your passion as failure will cease to follow those who do not fear!

sweet princess of truth and solitude, the ties that bind the oppressed to the free are satin and beautiful, but do not forget the blood of the innocent spilled without reason and regretted by thought.

war is a hell created by men without morals and carried out by cowards with no objections to idiocy.

one more simple revolution

all ye peaants and paupers
ye kings and wordsmiths

the end of greed and death is upon us

the old ways of plakard and protest are behind and the call for reason means only that you and i have a common goal.

distractions aside and memorials to boot, this is a chance oportunity.

can you see it?
just beyond the horizon it waits for your eyes to move in unison with your hearts. the vitals have been checked and the pulse of this baron land has gone cold and dead.

all that is left are the ideas of men who refused to stand idle and watch as their freedoms and rights be destroyed.

a simple invitation to you my dear comrades, to join in the struggle of all mankind to be free from fear and hatred and pain.

simply refuse to walk in line and you too shall know what i know:

that the truth can not be covered with news reels and worthless ink

and that tommorrow can trutly be what today has failed to be;

ours for the taking.

on the subject of passion

you never go ass to mouth

chains unbound on sun drenched shores of no where

too many days blur wine and shine and breath between friends i can't dance with
sunflower explosion in the middle of october when the dairy farms produce sand by the gallon
oh whistful youth devided
wrapped in celaphane and dynamite
just a cough and a whisper between a man and his mouse
going fruitful passionate along an unsure highway while the talk of towns is distant they can hear the rumbling of the motor and the music pouring strong as any whiskey