Oh Lumpy Pie
sung to “America the Beautiful”
Oh, lumpy pie
Oh, polymath,
Oh, eyes doom and dread,
cantilevered mystified
in league with all the dead.
My own true love.
From the sky above
falling through the trees
into a vat of melted wax
from a hive of killer bees.
Gristle Fist
Gristle fist, gristle fist
Platypus Plunk,
Centipede, millipede, Ganymede,
Chunk!
Hitcha Scritcha Momba
Hitcha Scritcha Momba
A tomba tooberu
On her violin she did begin
and made a helluva hullabaloo.
Sunset on the luna sea
Leaves between you and me
Nothing but the right to be
And ripples drifting silently
Song from a dream
I’d rather be dancer down the street,
with broken glass and garbage cans
beneath my feet.
I’d rather be a painter or the devil.
Braided Leather Belt
Belted braid beer belly Jelly jar
Incandescent light bulb hub cap slap
Mud blood bedbug meat slug
Slag bag big box hardware sign
sapling thrasher smashing slasher
lush mush bushwhacker blush
cornhusker busker bin
Let them in cotton gin
Let’s begin again
Fall Poem #1
I sit in the midday sun
Minding my own merry
How the shine does simmer in
Like a sudden cherry.
A Song That Sang Itself to Me Using Leonard Cohen’s Voice
Mangle of Insipid Arthropods Eaten Ever by Night
with reticulated majesty breaks my flight and lets me down
macabre tragedy sets my wheels on fire and drives me to the edge of sound
I spit out all the glass and blood
Tangled in these words of love
Strangled the mourning dove
And left for the outskirts of nowhere
Maybe mayhem will find my grieving pig
Stick him with a sticky fig
Grill him on his back In November rain
I’ll never go there again
to be tried, doubled inside the steaming sack
All my muscles put on slack,
I’ll erase this place ‘til all is black
A caramelized mirror for the moon.
Willie Nelson Dream Car Radio Song
10 miles out of Abilene,
I stopped to look around
at the desert and the night.
I got up on the hood
and lay back to see the stars
spread out and shining bright.
All around the ground shone back.
I felt my edges fade away.
And I knew everything was going to be alright.
Chorus:
Where is my big lonely place
where all my problems seem so small?
Everything that went on before
doesn’t mean a damn
just pictures and sounds along the street.
When I drive away from here
more life is out ahead
But I’ll get there at my own chosen speed.
Myriad Ways 