Storm Haiku

such calamity
shaking in the window frames
rattle in my bones

My Guitar (Head)

Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Use your needle to read the etching of my mind
From within me is the music
Only waiting to be brought to the surface
Bubbling forth like some great cauldron
A massive boil of sticky sounds

Sonic stew

Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Let the people hear our tunes
Melodies of moving music
Liquid flowing water feeding the roots of emotion
Ripped from the pages of life
My only recourse

Ambience

Sing for me my stringed soul brother
For tonight we play as one
And they gather round
Catching the echoes as they stream past vibrant
We'll let it all hang out
From the ceiling to the floor

Our song

I Think

I think therefore I am
I think therefore I can
I think therefore I'll think some more and think until I can't
I think that I like thinking of the thoughts I think while thinking of...

The thoughts I thought just now or then
I think I'll think of them again

I think I think too much you know
I think its time for me to go
I think I thought a thinking poem
I think its over
Time to go

Assholes

Dude, they're everywhere
Around every corner
Behind each tree
Walking the street
In the car behind me
Inside the store
Just over the rise
Here come the assholes
What a surprise
Never does it fail
It amazes me
And when I pick up a rock
What do I see
But the largest of brown eyes
Staring at me

Power Shave

But don't cut yourself
Use a little gel that you've got on the shelf
To lubricate
Your face a bit
Or else you'll cut it!
You silly twit

Extensions

Wiggle waggle
Jim the jam
Poking out arms
Legs and hands
Reach for the sky
Reach for the land
Reach for the other
Reach for the plan
Go with left one
Right one too
Using extensions
Functional tools

Snow

Ice from the sky
Formed by the wind
Up in the air
Falling again

Flakes fall around
Over the house
Under the car
Inside a mouth

Part of this place
Just like the rest
Shaped like a crystal
Best of the best

So fall snow fly
Tumbling down
Fall from the sky
Down to the ground

What's Going Down?

Waiting here, stuck in suspense
Let me know when it is going to happen

Stuck right here, alone at the fence
Let me know when it is coming

Here I am, pacing and tense
Let me know just what it is

I'm not moving
What the hell?
I have to know
You'd better tell
I can't stand this
Waiting around
When will it come?
What's goin down?

That's Not Mine

Regardless of what they say I'm thinking of nothing
That is not mine
The minor rhyme

Holding to truth I believe in the things that I say
About the times
On go the rhymes

That's not mine
How dare that you say
It's something that I shouted out for today
No no no that is not so
And I'll give you the same old line that I give every time that you ask was it I
No
That's not mine
Regardless of what they say

Yellow

Orange today red tomorrow
Yellow for ever after
Pale, stingy yellow
Like the flavor of your grandma-ma's drapery
Like the fiddled fly floor you tread upon
With boots and shoes

Orange today red tomorrow
Yellow for ever after
I wish it were that easy
Really I do
Easy as a lemon
In the morning
In the dew

Not too much going on to warrant anything more than that

Turds of a Feather

Turds of a feather are flocking together to talk about things that they know
They think they are right when they say what to think but it isn't enough for the flow
They always can find some fine thing for your mind or a wonderful movie to show
But the fact is my friend that it does never end with the bullshit that they like to throw

The Boss's Lunch

What a total douche bag man
I'm not going to lunch for him
I'm not paying for the guy who's retiring
Maybe he should buy us lunch
He's the one cashing out his stock options
Fucker