Fight.

Man if I had like a thousand eyes,
like a fly,
I'd try to spy on all sides at the same time.
I'd not be surprised,
and I'd lead a well-protected life.
Your very best disguise
would not/could not escape my thousand eyes,
and I'd fight you like Mike Tyson circa 1985.
I would not lie down, I'd fight,
and through God, by God, I'd survive.

(You son of the dark one,
you'd tempt us/me to swallow a gun,
metaphorically or literally, either one,
as long as a fighter fighting for the other side is done.)


So I strap on my armor,
request protection from my Father,
but if He decides to to provide,
I inform Jesus Christ that I'll
soon be happily standing in awe by His side.

Getting Older

My core muscles are made of sandwiches and Joe runs through my veins,
amok through my brain,
and my peripheral nervous system feels tingly like something might bite me on the hand
like Peter Parker before becoming Spiderman.
My oh my, this diet soda's aspartame must be leaving deposits in my brain
like as if it was a bank,
like as if it was on the corner since you lived there and was waiting for you to return
but you found a job in Baltimore so you don't.
You just occasionally make a trip home
for Spanish Rice and chicken rolls
and the sanwiches you eat at work sure were a sign
you're not 28 anymore, by God, you're 29.

Abandon Ship.

Abandon Ship.

Verse1:
I was listening to the news anchors and started sinking like a boat full of holes,
and I felt your fingers on my forearm trying to hold fast, but I knew it,
If we didn’t get out, we’d drown, so just this once, give up the ship,
So sorry Captain Lawrence, but this boat’s broken and we refuse to go down with it.
Between the two of us, we don’t have enough fingers to plug the thousand little leaks
Not to mention the cracks in the mast and rips in the sails, so we’re getting out
Let the boats down, we’re gonna abandon ship, this culture trip and we hope you don’t
But we won’t join you if you do go down with it…

Chorus:
Arms, legs, ears and throat,
all safe and sound in an escape boat,
I don’t wanna play chess with Jonah
I don’t wanna dine with Mister Geppetto

Bridge:
You and me will sail across this lake
We’ll take the long way to play it safe.

Verse2:
I turned on the radio, but like it felt like cannonballs, so I thew it overboard, and oh,
My shoulder’s so sore from carrying a musket amidst the ready aim fire and bullets,
And I felt your whisper more than heard you tell me, “If your ears are ringing, then join me,
We’ll go U.A., my love, just come on, sometimes you fight, but sometimes you have to escape.

Chorus:
Arms, legs, ears and throat
all safe and sound in an escape boat,
I don’t wanna play cards with Jonah
I don’t wanna have coffee with Geppetto

Coda:
You, me, eyes and lips,
all safe and sound on a sailing ship

Whisperer

Your words so close to my ears,
I hear each crack of your lip detach
stickily from your other lip and
then smack back as you pronounce your p's,
and I guess it's up to me
to decipher the lines between
the lines to see where lies might be.

This New Song.

In an act of unexpected dissonance,
the tritone struck like the rain on a day
sunny otherwise and ninety degrees,
first a tap tapping of a major chord
eight solid beats, then the minor third
then the diminished fifth
of a flat seven, the rain it falls from heaven.
Unexpected then jumping up
the scale, skipping third and resting on the
fifth before making it's triumphant return.
your losing the stability in which you work,
the fourth rings major chord,
then your friends find discontent
and the minor tones sound the start of dissonance,
but then a hero dies and the diminished fifth
ring just six, then rests,
and I can only hope the scale whistles
through the silence
sometime
soon.

In Love

I'm a bubble boy,
and you, you like roses,
well they burst me
like shook sodas, see,
and spilling fizzily
I cough and belch
while you laugh and point
rather than help,
and I laugh, too,
because I know I'll end up
all over you.
I know that when you
come clean, I'll
be sure you'll be seen.
I'll be sure to build
a stage on a hill,
a theater in the round,
a round monolith seemingly
sprouting from the ground,
and I'll buy those roses
and prick my thick skin
and pop like soda
and spill my guts and
pressured contents
all over both of us.

Forgive

I drop bombs like communists in Vietnam,
I hide then my burst destroys
I lie in wait and kill your beloved little boys
I tear apart families with politics
I shred them to pieces with policies
I torture.
And admitting that, I ask for your forgiveness,
Please, I beg you forgive this
Mess.