Why must I wait for my hands to be by my side
just so you can taste my lips
why cant I feel your fingers brush against my cheek
with my eyes open
why must I be blind and clouded
just to have my eyelids kissed
and where must I be in the dark ass world
for you to come and rescue me



I know not who I am or who I will be
I no longer know what I was or how I had been
I do not know now or then or that
Neither if or or or what
I don't know know and I haven't seen it
I do know you past and present
I do know us through and through
I know all things between behind and forward
and even underneath the new

clear and see through
shiny and bright
my nails glow in the moonlight
valentines day is coming soon
and what should I give to u?
a slap on the ass
a pinch on the ear
and maybe a kiss or two

Oscar Wilde is my friends husband
isn't that a sick find?
To have a husband in the ground already sure beats the hell out of sleeping around.

An epic can be made of anything
if your mind is put to it
why even my guitar can cause a silly dame
to write a line or two on it

When I shall be 80 and 3
I will do whatever I please
wear socks on hot days
bathrobes on Wednesdays
and a purple hat in-between

I'll see you on tuesday cause we met on monday and wednesdays to far ahead
then thursday and friday we shall rest from one another because good lord only knows what we will do instead
saturday nite we shall party till dawn
and on sunday go to church and pray
then sunday nite- fireworks here they come
its the start of the week again


Flip flop flip flop
flop flop flop
I bounce down the hall in the jolliest of moods when one of my teachers will call
illegal shoes illegal shoes
she screams as an owl at night
but I walk on by with a sigh
silly teachers, they never are right

I want my pineapple old derby said
and i want it whenever I please
she refused to get up
till I poured in her cup
but instead
I gave it a thought
and with a twist to her and a walk
poured her precious juice on her head