A spring loaded Toy

I am Jesus and I am the antichrist

Stretching your religion across the floor

Not being careful about how I strip you

As I pull from my past experiences

Out pops your love, like some spring loaded toy

Counting on your love

I can count the times we fell in love on my fingers and toes

Spending too much time reading the paper

I saw my first mummy at your dinner table

Looking like what I felt like inside

It was an immediate identification

You transform human emotion

No big talent for you or I

Depriving me of my chance to entertain

In this shitty place

Selling my pencils on the street

I am fascinated by your physical presence

I worship you like a movie star

Running away from the evils of normalcy

Cooking up your special brew

All things under heaven

You never mail the form in

Yet you constantly clip the coupons from the paper

Place them in cardboard boxes

And label them greed

You remind me a ten year old with field glasses

Watching the murder and destruction from a distance

People are plotting against you

Making you even more exaggerated

A world without anxieties

You loved me in the trenches

As we stormed the beaches

Breathe in the poison gas

Out like a shell you fly through the air

The worst hells we have survived from

Your warrior fixation

I am your professional prize fighter

Full of rage and anger

I hope that you are not afraid of me

Riding the cyclone

Making friends in the graveyard

The dead will never abandon me

Unlike the whore in the red dress

Cruelty and kindness have their proper places

I can’t separate myself from your hell

There are values both above and below the belly

I calculate them all

I am a cloudy Day

We share a similar misanthropic outlook

A skinned sheep’s head platter between us

If not for the dull knives, our forks would be victorious

All spines shiver as they fall like the dead

All the dead are lost to your wisdom

This life is so full of disappointment

All my dreams have been shattered

Lost, and loss, and losing

All of the unanswered questions

Hope is a downward spiral

We are melted by the sun

I’m not sunshine

I’m a cloudy day

looking for your soul

The haunting look in your eyes

As you watch an old man catch a fish

Digging your deep hole

I thought you were looking for buried treasure

Instead you were looking for your soul

I have spent a lifetime throwing your dirt into the shadows

Our bodies are metaphors for our lives

Things that people are expressing

What we express and what we don’t express

I can’t see how your teachings last

Spending your nights on 8^th street

Listening to the underground voices

Marching to a giant inside out

Your body made of space

Placing your lines in their proper order

Piling insult and injury upon the earth

You are troubled by the lack of linear narrative

Wanting new things to be just like the old

Developing your metaphorical references

Accusing me of being an extreme individualist

Jane is Gone

Jane is Gone

Wandering through the streets

Shouting, “leave us alone!”

There is a distortion in your mind

The fragments of meaning don’t become a cohesive whole

There is no totality in your life

You are always talking about the end of humanity

That we will soon live life in chains

You are forming your complicated layers

As you look back at the past

Have mercy on our souls

Walking through the abandoned lot

Picking up pieces of broken glass

Singing Helter Skelter in the bathtub

Throwing you books to read

On top of the roof

Whistling a three hour tour

The pounding get louder and louder

Inside my brain

You have grown used to the chains

Considering them an extension of your personality

It seems necessary to you

Getting together with those you hate

You never fuck the ones you love

That’s why I know you don’t love me

Transgression Movies

Transgression Movies

You wake up and find that you already have a communism

Picking the ripened fruit from the tree

You Keep telling yourself that you are not to blame

The bandages wrapped around your head

Trying to hide from yourself

Trying to hide from me

I always know where to find you

You scream when you see the face of the monster

Rocking the baby to sleep

That smile of inner peace

It has left you long ago

The fire burns so bright

Feeding everyone who comes to the table

Your family picture on the wall

I watched all of your transgression movies

Helped you sacrifice the virgin

While you call strangers on the phone

You are a copy machine operator

Shading your eyes from the sun

As you stand on a busy street corner

I think it might have been New York

The commerce is like weasels

Something inside of you snapped

You silly fool

Wanting to be on the right track

I told you to stay in my room

Amidst the screams of unknown tenants

And my paintings that only stare back at you

You are afraid that you really aren’t here

Confessing this to me at the dinner table

Up you go like a wild animal

Thrashing on and on

Swimming in an ocean of despair

If only you could have made better choices

Warmed yourself in the summer sun

You sleep as I play for you, your favorite song

Dragging me up to the roof to fall like an angel

With a rose stuck in my mouth

All your transgressions bind us together

On the way to your front door

On the way to your front door

This aint no traditional love story

I’m talking to this rubber girl

Trying to erase her disco outlook

Putting a disease in my mashed potatoes

Celebrating the American way of life

I don’t want your love

I didn’t ask for this dedication

Can’t stop you from killing me

As you terrify the idiots

They drool over your double suspension

Pulling down the blinds with one swift movement

Your mind going in a loop, round and round

When you hide, I can’t find you

You burn like jet fuel

I am your George Jetson

Spinning around your cogs

Or is it sprockets?

I always get the two mixed up

Like when I go to your house and meet your father,

I can’t remember if he is Mr. Spacely or Mr Cogswell

I guess it doesn’t really matter