DR. JOHN.

She's at the street light
Waitin for go
Will she she find me dead will she find me whole
But now I am revel'n

I'm in the dark
Medication hurts my eyes
I am seekin' medication
Cause the pain in my thighs

It's not been a year
But it feels that for most
I was in Paris
Chasing a Burroughs ghost

Do you have the time
Or even the time to speak
MRSA is killing me
Or is it th this Lithium leak...

Thank you Dr. John!

NIGGERS A.K.A. You're a RED....

I don't uderstaznd why you hate these Niggers
You hate me calling them Niggers!
You love the fact I am calling them Niggers now!
You feel vindicated....
Maybe you should
I undestand you...
You don't understand me....

Don't try.

S&M

The Star beats upon the Ocean
The water holds the mass
The heat brings cloud like figures
...like you are and once were to me.

The lovers they meet
The night is so cold

But me... like the clouds

We have to unload

...for a new day

Lesson

Piteous clings
Innocence sings
The song of our Grand-Fathers
as our Fathers cringe

They have forsaken their own Fathers
In dreams of honoring their Grand-Fathers

We speak in tongues to our women
They heal our wounds with salt
and all in all
we stand tall and convinced
What is right?

What is taught?

THE INTRO

This aint no improv!
This is Jazz!
This is the soumd!
Of America!!!!!

YOU GET WHAT'CHA PAY FOR

She was a member
B'Hhme
They worked for world peace
Any means
It takes a bank roll
She worked him
Undercover work
Under the radar

He was wanting something special!

She replied "For double I can set this up for you."

This was a normal scam
She would send him to Jordan
Jordan was special
She loved Jordan
Jordan was too B'Hhme
She was dying but continued her work

He walked away with a dying smile
The same Jordan used as well while
Conducting this Orchestrated demise

All for the bank roll
All for B'Hhme
All for the World

They Cremated Jordan
They Cremated many man's burning desire
... For something special.    All for B'Hhme

All for the World!

(DEDICATED TO THE WEATHER UNDERGROUND)

AMY X-RAY

I still love you
your ways
your smell
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
I still love you
your smile
your promising hope for good
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
I still love you
your anger
the lost temper with a laugh
I love to see you cry...
It breaks my heart
Like a Neuclear Bomb!
It takes radiation....
To see... Our Hearts!

WE GOT COMPRESSORS TO BUILD.... SHUT UP BOY!!!!!

I tried to get a hold of yer friend I tried...
...How dare I ask in my impotencence....?
She tarries away at work working th' shafts
Bringing in this towns fortune...
,,,will we last?
I dunno...
I wake for a call
I wait for a notion
I am left a simian.

I HATE PLAYING FOR YOU... I AM YOUR FUCKING MONKEY... EAT MY BRAINS & laugh....

I was me and he din't sway...
I said to him this is a two-way road
with a paradigm...
We can kill each other but you you...
will always be the greater.
?Does that make you feel better about yerself!?!

....(think).....

If you come at me in front of all these people...
I will kill you whether you hurt
whether you love yer mother
or your father hates you.

You DIE
I DO TIME and gang raped as a pork boy.

I DIE
you can never come home.

You must go away....
...drifting!.

PATRIOT

I am a Patriot
I don't own a gun
It's for self preservation

I am a Patriot
I speak my mind
In no consequences to my being

I am a Patriot
I have no gun

IT'S MORE THAN AN ADDING MACHINE

I am not writing a song nor a poem about you
You are an aftermath of my choices
I NEED to write
You want me to write
I write about wind through pine trees
You burn them
... and curse the cresso.
Like the torches of Spain.
Denying the Yucatan of their lore.
Do you deny me mine....
Bill: I guess that's good poetry
... only to be flushed away like a ribbon of his triumphant defeat!

HENRY BUCK

You maybe they I'm not sure
Knows how harder I have to love
You maybe they I'm not sure
How hard I have to hate
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry about my soul
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry if I sleep well tonight
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry If I'm beautiful...
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry that I will kill you in your sleep
You maybe they I'm not sure
Worry about the secret that we keep
You maybe I'm sure
Are laughing inside
...See
You hold it over me
Like Jesus the Nazarene, the King of the Jews
But as he I have forsaken the last test
You maybe they I'm not sure
Knew I was slipping
... trying to slide my way up.
INTO GRACES.

EMILY DICKENSON.... I WANT TO EAT YOUR PUSSY

Look at 'em
Every goddamn'd where
How many?
Twenty?
Twenty-Six!?!
What's for dinner?
I know you won't cook
Those days are long gone
...
I guess if you actually did eat you might be happy.
...
Look at all of'm
Twenty-Six you don't say
I'm hungry...

No different than scales.

I MISS YOU BIG DAVE!!!!!

Ol' Jesus was a carpenter
He put the nails in my coffin
He don't think of me too much
I don't think of him too often

John the Baptist
Baptised me at the head of the river while...
...Mama put me to bed.
But ol' Salome had to have her way
Sh'said "Bring me John The Baptist's HEAD!!!!"

DEAD MEN

I've been searchin' for the face of god
There's no salvation in the eyes of my father
It's in the early morning I give into love
Waiting on the light to shine

With abitter breath I give into the savior
It crosses my mind like that ol' mother river
It's in the early hours I give into love
Waiting on the light to shine

Lamplights burn from electrical failure
Re-Evaluation maps the good book forsaken
Dead men are at the head of my table
Waiting on the light to shine

Waiting on the light to shine.

I TOO HOWL

I too howl like th' lonely wolf
Till th' sun come and drownded me
Are you my sun?
You are my sun
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf

I still call to th' midnight moon
Bleed it of all th' light it shines
Will it shine?
Shine for me?
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf

I scream out th' rumblin' train
Hear th' tick?
Hear th' tock?
Clickin' and clackin' like a winding clock
But I still howl like th' lonely wolf

AT THE HEAD OF ADAM WALSH

I've got to keep my head about me...
I'm 35 years old now but am still
Frightened...
Abandoned every time I walk
Waiting...
In the woods
Scared...
See I am still alive....
Thank you Adam for making me alive,
And scared.

TH' DEAD BOYS!!!!!!!

The sound of this Ford is not to escape.....
It was here amongst us because Windows killled my earlier post....
Now I can't remember and I hate YOU more...
...than ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHN CAGE WAS MY MOTHER!

To those of you songsters...
...so you can't write it down
We can't all be Bukowski in our typings,
      our Beatings.
We can't all write the rubbish in our heads...
Who wants to read the rubbish...

WE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(LOUD APPLAUSE!)

SOHO

Bombard my so called heart with this ol' rot gut...
Yes I will fuck yer wife and make her happy...
I saya she's ok with it...
But I fuck like a Phillip Glass Symphony...
Have you seen my swinging microphone...
Have you seen me words?