Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets


Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw


Imperial City Coins Clink In Your Pocket


Imperial city coins clink in your pocket
Orwellian flaws litter winter’s landscape
Thick fisherman’s sweater to fight the cold
Feigning steps upon the tragic lady’s cape
Black soot marring the evening sky
Told her you were king of Earth, not the salt
Misdirection will only get you so far in life
Lies & deception will still remain your fault

Tom Waits

“If you’re in the middle of the ocean, with no flippers and no life preserver and you hear a helicopter, this is music. You have to adjust to your needs at the moment.” – Tom Waits


Green Mermaid Lady


Green mermaid lady
I’m still in love with you
Always been good to me
My affections are overdue
Dimly lit stages for hire
Writing out these feelings
Jittered & confused tonight
Staggered & now kneeling
Inspiration to keep on going
Confidence in my finer words
Blocked out memories past
Forgetting what was heard
Know where you want to be
So I’ve come back to you
Capitalism be damned!
Pour me something new


She’s Out There Again


She’s out there again
Dancing in the moonlight
It’s easy to tell
Things just aren’t right
It got to be too much
Life went too far
She doesn’t say much anymore
Every night she wanders under the stars


How Could I Not Be Happy


How could I not be happy
With this fine woman by my side
Always standing on the dock
Waiting for me to return with the tide


Jimmy Buffett Pt. 2

“Is it ignorance or apathy? Hey man, I don’t know and I don’t care.” – Jimmy Buffett




Rhythmic Clangs Sending Me To Slumber


Rhythmic clangs sending me to slumber
Feeling boiled alive from this steam
Riding the tops of white caps
Open ocean no longer a distant dream
Haze grey & underway
Never sleeping again with wide open amaze
Searching for Neptune within this nevermore
Fear crawling down my back, but does not take
Forcing back fear known of the ocean floor
Haze grey & underway


Jimmy Buffett

“There’s a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.” – Jimmy Buffett




A Dizzying Cabaret

mask-715782A dizzying cabaret
Pouring wine from the fountain
A festival of lost souls
Chandeliers upon the mountain
Whisper to me in the gales
I’ll surely hear your heart’s song
A masquerade – I desire you
Though admit, this isn’t where I belong