bait

very well, she said, lets give it a try
i'll put you back where you want
that easy place where cuts and scratches don't matter
yeah, i'll take you for a ride
she swallowed me whole
and as i coursed through her she kissed me open
and i flew higher than ever
landed on both feet and said, lets go there again
so we left, simple as that
and i couldn't believe how fast we arrived
i'm screaming delights
i'm somewhere i'll never ever be
and as she devours i give in like bait

i'm writing you a letter
while i think of replies
and i'm speaking your name
as i look in your eyes
kissing your lips
while i think of your eyes
as i'm holding your hips
after we say goodbye
i'm taking you with me
and i cannot say why
or where we are going
by land, sea or sky
i'd like you to know that i can't write love songs
but i'm trying for you
and if you think this is a joke
please die laughing

this makes no sense like twenty six cents in a quarter just stick to sense and spare to mention the dense moments when you can't condense the gentlest gestures of gentlemen's money spent to get your attention like laundering money gets the feds attention like wandering honeys gets the mens attention like playboy bunnys get a dick's attention slaughter all discretion he'll alter your mind's expected course of course he'll take you on tours of hors devoures and and what remains is a reminder of what love is like in vain you'll stain your record of no complaints of no restraints with no place to place the mortal remains of the total strangers you strangled in your sleeping chambers while mangled neighbors desecrate the sacred places where the corpses ate from the plates are cleared and bones are beared and that is why we can't compare the face we wear or stare at in the mirror the drearier speakers come in clearer the dearer leave the casket in the clearing at the end of the path you see you've passed to a pasture greener than grass that's higher and cleaner than the grass you pass to friends and call reefer you get high you go deeper than the sleep that you get from sleeping on sleep pills cuz sleep kills but the weed it fulfills the need that you feel to see what you feel and spill at your feet the guts that you keep in the skin that you fill one day you'll display the still you created the skill that you played with and stayed with until you paraded your shameless face in a way that was just a charade and paid for by the state like watergate or reagan's days in a house half baked like a rifle blast on a november day that took a nation to another place to a war on race to a colder front where destruction waits with tons of megatons of uranium waiting to erase a piece of the face of an eternal mother who does not judge nor debate she simply spins in place and in case you're hating let me explain that i don't debate i simply state the state of things we cannot change i'm not deranged i'm not insane my plane's landing without delay the sky is falling but not today the clouds are saving all their rain to fall before the month of may to let the spring spray out its rays of sun and shine and better days

first incision

i can memorize these lines
"i love you" a hundred times
and as long as it rhymes
who cares if they're all lies?
so pretty picture perfect
but are they even worth it?
when you recognize the smell
in your bed of someone else
it may just be your head
or the smell of cigarettes
so send me your last kiss
kept with the things i miss
wait for the sun to go
up all night out my window
i never see the stars
they may be bright but they're so far
i was juggling all my plans
until you took me by the hands
and said all the things you said
rolled me over now i lay dead

i love you all... not afraid to say it. don't see the big deal with telling someone you love em. people always make such a big thing about it. "oh i'm not ready to say it" shit, it's easy to love someone you just met. it's continuing to love them after you get to know em that's tough. hell i don't even know why i still talk to half the people i know. it's like eating the same shit every day for the rest of your life. sooner or later you can guess how their fuckin day's been. "oh your boss came on to you, you paid too much for lunch and you're wondering when i'm gonna shave this fuckin beard?" well shit i'm 5 for 5 so far this week let's see what tomorrow brings! i just find life so fuckin boring you know, when you get to that point the glare on your windshield feels somehow artistic to you? do any you folks do drugs? well anyway as i was saying, stuff's just so boring you know once you're over the hill... of 18. i ask you older folks, is this really it for the rest of life? just bills, taxes, phone calls, thank you notes, dinner parties, retirement plans, all this shit? cause i'm already sick of it! sick of it enough to come up here and puke around about it.