you've got me

you've got me eating rocks
naked and loopy
in the downtown market
dancing like snoopy

you've got me burning things
couches and tv's
huffing paint
getting high up in family trees

you've got me pinned and cornered
like a toddler's decorative border
above the trainset just left
of the fuzzy bear's shoulder
round and round and round and round

you've got me

inbetween

paperclips
butterfly hips
i lined your path
with tortilla chips

swan lake
filtered lips
suck the poison
drive the ship

we've spent an eternity
ringing out the clouds
we've spent a lifetime
squawking too loud

we've spent a season
churning the cream
we've spent a week
scheming the scheme

and now here we are
somewhere
inbetween

after the fall

i need you to make me feel beautiful
i need you to make me feel clean
i need you to mop up the messes
from where the food fell inbetween

the wall and table
ketchup, salt, strawberry balls
we're all in central park now
taking pictures with the gold dog

cedar, jelly, park bench, stall
i'll see you later after the fall
after the fall, after the fall. . . .

cantelope

hot day china town
stinky fish stinky ground
bumpy fruits floating frown
strawberry lips pointing down

the goal while you're here
is to conquer this loneliness with
the goal while you're here
is to battle this loneliness with
the goal while you're here
is to defy this loneliness with
the goal while you're here
is to take down this loneliness with
SOLITUDE

cantelope i can't elope
cantelope i can't elope with you

i've got a big job
interviews with the pope
puffy robes expensiv soaps
underpaid workers licking my
envelopes

i'm here on my own
only you understand
smiling up from your fruit stand
i've give you my soul
my highest hand
but i've got worldy things
hope you understand

underpaid workers licking my. . .

what are you doing there?

what are you doing there
with your bleeding chest?
dog eared thesaurus
neglected rest

we sing these songs
to sculpt our lives
cutting through time
with six stringed knives

why don't you, why don't you give it a rest
start. moving in present tense
leave. a fresh coat of white on your picket fence
take. a plunger to your parking lot dents

what are you doing there?

quick time lapse

the shore crackled
osprey tackled
the broken wall
where the builders spackled

the campaign crumbled
the prayers stumbled
in the paster's end zones
where the offense fumbled

shadows overlapsed
tree frogs took naps
throwing off their royal crowns
like twist off bottle caps

red canyons, raw gaps
dashboard food, handwritten maps
the desert rain tips and taps
the moments of our lives
quick time lapse

wear the dirty glove

trying my best to forget you
washing my thoughts clean
not remembering the memories
blocking the sun from fertilized seeds

been looking for a place to put it
to sore the white waves of your cream
been badgering the one who took it
who ripped the thread from the seems

the seem, it seems,
i'm not seeing your love
in all these different bodies
in the patient beak of the dove

the wasn't the intention of love
to wear the dirty glove
to claw, slash and shred up
to split open and tug

i have been looking for place to put it
to store the white tops of your cream
been badgering the one who took it
who tore the air from the seems