Don't Go to a Bar. you don't have to go that far. you'll find people like me there hiding behind thickened skins. don't get in a car. a bar is a bar is a bar... no matter if it's rock and roll, country or a classy piano bar. no one escapes the light of day… Continue reading Don’t Go to a Bar
It's night time. Driving Down the Road, you got no one. Driving Down the Road, it's night-time, you're such a gone one. listening to the Doors squirmin' like a toad. you're the only one left in town awake. look up to the sky. your darkness come long. cold air's blowin' down your neck. it's overdue.… Continue reading It’s Night Time
In the park the trees were greener the sky was bluer the birds were happier and the dogs barked and the cats meowed much better when we used to walk together and talk god was there. all I have now is memory of you and this bottle of wine and one long stemmed filled glass… Continue reading This Bottle of Wine
I've reduced my stature to a midget sized clown sitting drunk on a circus pony a balancing act the bottle on my head sipping intoxicant eating a sandwich full of baloney with a solemn frown goin' round and round tigers and elephants abound listening to sounds no telling of Mr. ringmaster yelling in the middle… Continue reading Sitting drunk on a circus pony
Oh, landlord! dear, landlord! toss me out thy decrepit window! Ah, it was you who trusted me to pay his rent on time... yet, all the while it was I who began mimicking the gypsy drinking his ale by the side of the dark moor, whilst I gagged and bound you to the foot of… Continue reading Oh, landlord!
Driving my rig driving driving thinking like a rock conniving conniving not thinking drinking sleeping weaving high fiving this earth I'm leaving dying telephone poles passing crying stars and sparks fuel line broke flames and smoke rising trees ablaze passing cars lead foot pedal molten metal one cryer's maze choking croak raw deal burning in… Continue reading Driving
My glass is as full as it is empty. life isn't about you anymore. it never was. it is beyond you. it is not me. way beyond me. it is not anything to do with anyone anymore because we didn't make all of this. we were 'born into this'. no, the glass isn't half full… Continue reading Half full
Livin' in Spain a lot (drinking 'shots' while humming my old tune...) withering away in winogaritaville man it's H O T! pouring insane jalapeno sauce (like gravy) over half-baked tater tots temperature risin' connectin' all life's obscure dots one rusty robot playing slots like one 'hot shot' I'm so... N O T stomach tied in… Continue reading Withering away in Winogaritaville
Are we of God? did small pieces break off him so he wouldn't be alone? animals don't soul search they don't require family therapists no one has to tell them anything they are who they should be 'themselves' they are the genuine souls abounding they wonder not what death is like but what of us?… Continue reading Are we
Wino so it goes take a drink hold your nose where it flows head to toes we all know... drink grape act like an ape can't escape tasty evil grape drizzled down the nape forgot where I was who I was who I'd been with on that first date (hum... what was her name?) where… Continue reading So it goes
