Non-Biodegradeable Transluminecsence

 Put cheer in my cup and buckle up
For the next rhyme-- SETT is the name of Death,
And matches, they say, are made in Heaven;
But fire is the Devil's only friend.
Chaos reigns on Mercury and Freddie wasn't ready
For this jock itch. Don't call anyone a bitch
And try to switch to just being human.

"Better" is a lie and there's always a tie for brilliance,

God willing, and Freedom ring prettier, please.
I'm not here to tease anyone for their self--

Be: a mantra for when you have to try not to think
Out of remorse or self-conscion; smile and listen.
I'm trying not to nod my head off the face of the 
Planet cause damnit, we're home.

See your shoals
Hold our phones
Chiodos said baby wouldn’t last a minute
On the creek and my girl got ink about it.
Dry up the nasty old swamps
And make the mussels atrophy
Lying beside a box fan on a porch, useless 
As lost soles of old shoes like crawdads in mud–
Beneath the floor sink our essential-oiled feet into soil, and then, 
Baby’s got the blood!??1
Loose nail from old boards, 
Hang tight, como
Christ, and bite the bullet.
Find a hammer like Thor and
Decide on doing something right.
Earn us Paradise–
Maybe by the Leg Lamp light?
We all are claimed in spite of fame
Brand names aren’t useful anymore
Belt loop caught on the door handle
“What’s up, Chris?”
“Oh, you know–still trying to get on the Lord’s docket!”
Be here happy
Please don’t cry
“Can you hear me knockin’?”
Sorry,
Try again next time!
It’s not a game
  And screw a parade! 
Go back to the time when the men were all gay
To begin they’re in hell 
So it doesn’t do us to say but ‘oh well’

(They’re gonna try to get us at the end of the show).

Door knobs turn too, doncha know! 

Bedknobs and Broomsticks and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang! 

Dolla dolla play bill, y’all.

Sway

Gray

Tina Fey

New complaint

Yung chick Cobain 

Sometimes they’re serving HUMAN

REMAINS, DARLIN’.

 

Shit’s real gonna get drafted 

Going up to Israel til Kingdom Come

No more Other Side

‘Once Upon a Mattress’

No more sad walls

Nor ‘Great Divide’

Crying

Dying 

Multiplying 

Good grief…

Fuck falling to my knees 

Burn some fallen leaves to ease

Your Wiccan worry and

Ramble on, you guys. 

No telling what you’ll find on the Magic Carpet Ride

‘Love thy people and thy Houston’

Read a sign

Believe the lines already solid

Walk on

GET HOME SAFE

Knocking against the steel motorcade 

“Powertrain warranty”

Cry Steppenwolf

Run away

Get your ASS TO MARS for dames

Go the fuck away, NO BRAINS.

Say, LEAVE MY DWELLING!!!

****Uh huh hu hu hu…*** #LaGrange (muy rico, Dear Thomas complained) 

Just rain’s in your way to the bed you made 

And plenty of air to breathe

Beneath the pines in between

Here and there

So far just KARMA POLICE would believe–

Trash be everywhere,

But not at the Gator Wall;

Goddamn hippies

Not doing sixty through down-T

I need pre-plucked trees

Don’t ever tuck my piece

Ghost crocs for dead docs

No false turtle mocks

“We aren’t turtle-y enough for the turtle club?”

HBU? 

Hang tough

Like a tree kitten

Become smitten with anyone or thing

Yeah, that stood for Houston Baptist University

And she doesn’t even go there… 

No color in particular is winning though.

We oddly cannot care

Won’t scare you away

For for now we’re safe 

No need to hide

Now done with the battle between the dark and the light.

Buy a make-your-own-candle kit and pray for the day we become our fullest peace,

Be no more deceased,

And kindly desist all our fruitless worrying.

We're all swimming in this same pool of reason and delight

In the sunshine of our love for the proverbial C.R.E.A.M.

In the land of milk and honey, living the dream!

Collect the consciousness-- check!

We've been here the whole time,

Since the primordial soup

Arrived, ever too hot to eat.

Want your waiter to add

Some tap water?

Some of us taste the chlorine in the water,

So have I myself been poisoned by the clean,

The chemical kill to keep us from knowing

Our bodies as 'loved' and Health is an Olympic

High-diver, daring us to compete for what we

Should have here in the heat because we are

Handling the hot water, but man, that's a Cold

Mountain up there, so exposed to judgement

Unintended, yet discriminate.

So often an athlete is rendered voiceless

By attention, the threat of suspension, holding

Fast to the hope for release of negative vibration

Within a place you can hear a tear drop.

I swear I'm never going back up there again,

But if I did, I'd still want to nail it, curtail the urge

To mock the gospel song, like

'Go Tell it on the Mountain'

So What?

Is it another parody of caring? If that Mountain' s

Cool, I'm peeing in the pool now, Larry.

It's a lot like doing a toe-flop, I think, some American

Graffiti, or at least contemplating what it is--

Can I quit playing in traffic already and get steady

In and of myself without everybody knowing how

Deep down that goes?

But nothing about the air except the temperature

And the humidity and humility is my sandwich meat.

That rubber burns your heart when you "peel out"

And your head resents the squished bread going

Down the roads we all roam, wondering where

Everyone actually lives...

Alone? Not ever.

The "get-go" is my worst fear is being up there

Making scrambled awful out of stolen golden eggs,

So rotten my intention's been for too long now.

I see why Rent's Maureen mooed like a cow.

Is my City ever going to forgive me?

I feel like Daredevil, my college roommate was

Foggy Nelson and she reminded me of my cousins

Running and telling it about our Mister Sunny Bo-Bos

But James Taylor sang 'Sunny Skies sleeps and weeps'

And please remember that

'You just can't kill for Jesus'

And when that poison well of hate runs dry forever,

It's then we'll know Heaven on Earth;

No power, just struggle to give birth

To our brighter ideas.

The LORD still keeps watch on us all--

Love,

Or

Return

Doomed.

So many voices boomed in anger...

No frustration greater than watching a man

Kill yet remain alive in or out of prison.

"No one ever really deserves to die," old Kenneth

Told me one time...I gotta cry 'A Lot' on that one.

See Before and After

Wheel of Fortune phrase:

'Forever 21 Savage'.

Give me your number/

And I'll call/

And I'll follow that ass

In the mall...

Little Miss Sunshine is hyper-vigilant at night.

She takes flight in her dreams but forgets, due to

Codeine fiends and conjecture.

What does that word even mean? It's usually

Preluded by 'painful.'

"Don't hurt yourself, kid."

She grows up to be a Borderline Personality.

She told Ghostie to piss off when she got sick and

Tired of sleeping next to fucking animalistic

Negligence or negligeé (don't talk about the Fight Club).

Smoke your bones, hold the phone.

Wash.

Rinse.

Repeat.