I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper




I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you


Crawling Away From Sudden Shores


Crawling away from sudden shores
Locked away in anterior rooms
Sunlit beauties try to remain pale
Complexities of intimate bedgloom
Modern mermaids express themselves
Repelled by their former clamshell
Their silence betrayed the insane
Meeting up again behind the bandshell
Eastbound Portola around the curve
Writing hard to retain your shape
Lost in the Inner Sunset
Catching the N Judah to escape

Bumper To Bumper Traffic


Bumper to bumper traffic
Snarls, passive aggressive smiles
Suburban assault vehicles
& this goes on for miles
Botox, plastic & hollow souls
Perfection to drive you insane
The things real housewives will do
To get their child from the pick up lane