I can mingle with the stars & throw a party on Mars I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars I have just boarded a plane without a pilot And violets are blue, Roses are red Daisies are yellow, The flowers are dead
I first saw her in a megastore, The dayglo raven born into a freefall, Like plastic easter basket grass falling from an overpass, A fulfillment of a tenth grade prophecy, A motel masterpiece, Blind to the branching possibilities, Blind to limited impossibilities
Do not be afraid to let it take you without jealousy, it’s guiltless pleasure, it’s freedom to its possessor Attraction’s a treasure we can not hold, and the sake of one lover denies seduction’s hold. I answer to beauty, not weakness but reason, not spite but seasons, not wrong but feelings.
Checked myself into emergency, urgently. Drove up in my bone-camarrow, thinking only about you. The doctor walked her crew of surgeons to the table where I lay I came to, and my knee-caps were off. They were soft, I had Jellybones
See the street-litter twisting in the wind Crisp bags turning See B&H cartons laughing in the wind Road-litter turning Spent forty-five minutes last night Parallel crease, pow! There’s a good mid-afternoon breeze In the air now Welcome treats from party My brain is clear now No more Red Wedge in the pub or ZTT stuff
What do you do when you’re sleeping? Where did you go when you said: "I don’t need nobody on my bond" Where do your friends go? Where do they see you? What did you want to be? Ahh shut the hell… Shut your mouth
Pickled eels, lemon peels Hired hand picks you something new Rainbow nights, stunning whites Stars that shine but don’t belong to you The passive fools by the swimming pool You’ll fit right in with their pathetic grins Stunning tricks, bottomless pits You remind me where I don’t want to be