Loving Maria

old corpse it is warm
old corpse without head
old corpse it is waiting
to get home to his final bed

but his head he don't know
he's got no idea
it went out, as the story's told
dreaming dreams of warmer tights
with the sounds of kisses good night
from his old scorned love Maria

But Maria herself she can't really tell
his body from his head
it's an ilusion, confusion, obsession
mixed up in her mind of thorny wild guess

For one last time he is gone
And so there she waits
to concoct other plans
her payback is done
she's got her revenge
old maria loved one has killed with a gun
not her pains but did sever their head

And long will it watch
longer will it see
the eyes that once gleamed
at the sight of his smile
rejoicing her acts as she stands
on a pool of blood up to her knees.

To the ships

Masterful rejects and craves and times
parading their own sentiments to whoever may desire
A little bit of of humanness and playfulness and tenderness
all that's part of a tale story gone awry.
No tires
No boots
No really handsome trues to follow.
No consumate medieval souvenirs of love's own tender bollocks.
Hooray, the time has come. To the ships! To the ships!
Rolling maidens of seashore lands regret your depart at full sail to warmer sands
and tighter flesh.
Pick up your whereabouts, for they're not here to be found, to be dealt , to be delivered
they are nought at all.
A lumbersome skeleton, a termite chagrin, an eaten torrent of hollow inner parts.
'tis the void, devoid, annoyed and destroyed
and endeared to us, as we all love a bit of shallowness
for it is the skin what's left, it's the crust of a bone
The marrow is gone, we are lost.
So we might as well enjoy it.

Kinkaid

Hurroo Hurroo, cold’s freezing my bones
Winds they’re chilling my spine
Hurroo Hurroo been feeling this way
Since I left the warmth of your heart in Kinkaid.

Hurroo Hurroo nobody I know
Will give me the shelter to hide
Hurroo Huroo been running this way
Since I ran from your love in Kinkaid

Hurroo Hurroo ain't no place to go
I know I should be by your side
Hurroo Hurroo but be sure I can't stay
Since your dad banned me from Kinkaid

Hurroo Hurroo my soul I have sold
To buy me some more time
Hurroo Hurroo I know my debt I can't pay
Since I left my one real prize in Kinkaid

Hurroo Hurroo my story I told
My own true fate I can't fight
Hurroo Hurroo shame's been my trade
Since I ran from you and our child in Kinkaid

Hurroo Hurroo I pray God will let go
And allow me back into your life
Hurroo Hurroo and your dad to persuade
May I pay for my sins
And be with my wife in Kinkaid.

What them old folk says

Covering crystal clear courteousness
With sighs of younger days
No sign of tomorrows flashing
To what them old folk says
What do they know?
Can they tell your mind?
Or, for that matter, their own?
Ain't no holes to be covered
When you float above your wicked ways.

it feels like rolling dice that all but live alone, they may ask, may say, may theorize, but the truth they never knowed. Get stoned, get well, be thrown, be dealt, be darling to no one. 'Far as I can tell, there's no gambling table rolling dice can call a home.

Jeering hearts that form and lay
Stomping dungeons that hear but stay
By your side to bore and use you
Isn’t that cold?
Isn’t that well
No singers will harm, no wonder will yell
It’s your name they’re calling.
Absorb your doubts, it’s all so fine
No generosity can ring you out, they’re not of that kind
But listen, don’t they know?
It is time to let it happen, it’s high time you’d let it show
For nothing is sacred until you come and tell me.
No side, no reasons, why do you need them?
Ain’t you the one who spoke your jokes to confuse them?
Don’t come here and criticize
You got your dungeons
They’re by your side
Why d’you need me to call you a “genius”?
I ain’t here.
And so we’re not.
Hearts to jeering stays
Dungeons that all but lay
Bore and use and be done with you.

If you take yourself too seriously, take offense at my ideas, it ain't what I write or what you hear. It's just the loud, hollering voice of your doubts ringing in your ears.

Well I'll bet you five dollars three quarters and a cent: they would love, yell, scream, holler and snort without knowing what it meant. 'cause you have to look good. And look smart. You're on camera. Nationwide.