Expecting too much of everything
A passionate walk home alone
Help point at the end of the rainbow
Old, old Friends
Someone else controlling
The playback in your monitor.
Wishing and blaming
Frustration and not trying
Always leave an offering for the gods
A hat
a scarf
a quarter pound of sausage
slice of pie.
A Nickel back CD
An old dolphin never lies
A bruised cheek smiling
A chocolate stained mattress
Don’t criticizie me
while I’m driving
Don’t criticize me
While I’m criticizing you and driving
Stop criticizing
the damaged child
I don’t know why
good things can’t stay?
I don’t know why
Americans are always apologizing?
Everyone’s got their shit to do
Everyone’s having children
So they can have a good
Excuse for not going to shows
Everyone’s looking for a way out
The perfect pussy
A blind mans ear
Warm places to pee
Socks
It’s not complicated.
It’s a computer
It’s not young people dressing old
Or old people dressing young
It’s about shoes that last
And good hit Chocolate
And letting go of that fight
With the distraction
Of forgetting someone’s name
I know I know
So many cookies to try
So many distractions
So much to fight for.
Spots on a rock
Tears in a choke hold
The art of drinking
A glass eye filled with wine
A a story telling soldier
It could change things
What else can it do.
(This poem was originally recited on December, 4 at Electric Avenue in Buffalo, New York)
Schwervon! 