Clatter and Buzz

Ah dunno
Maybe
I'll wash the
Dishes
Tomorrow and
Help to start
Ending what started my thinking as a
Circular kind of thing
Hope, honey,
Always hope, and turn the lights
On and
Sleep.

Bliss

I think that tomorrow the world's gonna end
And half the population won't hear because they've got their earphones in
And they'll look around because they hear a faint rumb-a-ling
But they won't take their earphones out because they like a little tumb-a-ling
In their minds, a little figuring
To guide
Their thoughts like ticker tape
On a reel.
They like to feel a little helpless, maybe
Believe me when I say this, baby
That of the half that aren't blindly wondering
At least a quarter of them will be blundering
To save their money
And maybe an eigth will be in the bathroom
And not want to run out to save themselves
because of their personal modesty
They'll run their mind over the honesty
Of their life And spend
Their last few seconds reveiwing start to end
All the things that have already happened.
I think that tomorrow the world's gonna end

Lost Things

Tweed coat of paint brush your hair tie your shoe store your book mark a word process thought
Never stop

Self..... what, exactly?

This hanger
In my closet
Pure deposit
It just hangs

Nothing on this hanger
This head banger
It just hangs

And its metal
Oh its metal
Yes its metal
And it hurts

It perfect
It precisely
What it takes to help exert

All
My......

Ugh.

Sprinkler

tikatokatikatokatikatokatikatokatikatoka
Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Is this really my life?

One hundred

One
Second

Eight
Words
"I have a few things to tell you..."
All is changed
And
All is changed
Just like
th
at
And you get a
chill
And your heart does a
thrill
But its not the good kind
of thrill
Its that kind of thrill you get when something absolutely unbelievably horrible is happening
Its that kind of thrill you only get for someone else
I will now shed a tear
Maybe one
Probably one hundred
I need you
Dont leave.

Tears

I dont cry because I'm lying
I cry because you dont listen
I cry because you dont care that I'm crying
Or why
You punish
for this involuntary function of sadness
And its not fair
And I keep it all in
But one of these days I'm going to crack and tell you all the things about which I've held my tongue for the past thirteen years
Listen.
Have I ever lied?
Not counting all the times you only think I'm lying?
The answer is no.
You dont see why I dont feel comfortable telling you things
Its because Im afraid
And thats not right
I shouldn't feel this way
We should be close.
Listen for the sound of the sobs of your child
And take the time to care why they are occurring.

Chemical Properties

These papers, man
Lets burn all these papers
Cuz paper
ya paper is
flam-a-ble
paper can burn
so lets burn it
and watch it
lets watch it disintegrate
crumbling
crackling
hating and we spitting

and growing and growing

til we all burn, man

lets all burn, man

hey look how much we can do

let's burn those paperes

Loose Change

On my dresser
Ya my dresser
Lies a crinkled
dollar
bill
dollar
bob
dollar
fred
some change, too
some change would be good
and it jingle jingles in your
po-cket
change change
burns a hole
they say
in your pocket
well change
change change
burns a hole in my heart
ba-boom
ba-boom
boom-ba-doom
But if I let the festering flesh heal over
and keep burning and
burning again
the fire
the heat
the breathing
the coughing
the pain
is the life
that we've made
and we're all so sweet smiles
in our hot burning pain
we lie and we slap
and hey
we can walk, too,
ya hey, we can walk...
and we can cook and
we can sing and write
and play and work
so hey, put us to work cuz you can
but we can't do one thing
just one.
we can't live

We can so we should

in school ya they're all so intent on the numbers
the numbers
the numbers
they should just teach the words
the words
and what they mean mean
because we're dying and killing and crying and thrilling
their response is lets teach them some more about the
nuclear weapons
the chemicals chemicals
the blooooooodshed
the horrors
lets leave the creative stuff to the
weirdos the weirdos
we'll fund all the microscopes
we'll fund all the cal-cu-lators
we'll fund all the bombs
we'll fund the machines ya
we'll breed all the monsters
ya we'll do that
lets do that
we'll do that
because we can