Non-Biodegradeable Transluminecsence
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.