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Cabaret

March 13, 2008

Cabaret

Shards of glass cut through my gaze
broken streamers hanging at my legs
drunk and giddy full of fate
at the cabaret
smokey stares from the bar
do stray bottles tumble
I feel the misty spray
what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret
from afar he sees
Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful
he sighs the look of love was in her eyes
puts his hand upon her leg
looking closer his lust begins to fade
what a drag the queen did say.
could this be a dream I’m in? ( Fellini would be proud )
gluttony enfolds the scene
give them one last round ,
shining faces dance away
swinging skirts between the panted legs
kaleidescoping
then shassez in a blink the glasses fly
suddenly joy becomes a fight
there they tossed and turned a sight.

Daktari

March 13, 2008

Daktari

Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt toss pop turn over
Sit down
Tremble and weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down
Spill with your words caught u p
Dance in your room
Slide like you’re buttered up
Roll back the tomb
Sit down
Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
Shake in haste
Sit down
When the thunderclouds sound
Ants scatter to high ground

Arbor day

March 13, 2008

Arbor day

Wide open falsehood
the clan destine truths
rival till the end
in a series of duels
pardon the drapery language I choose
Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use
every tall room a fiction
leather bound treasure books
up to the ceiling
gold spine upon spine

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance

wide open falsehood
the clan destine truths
rival till the end
in a series of duels
pardon the drapery language I choose

the author grew fat to imagine
his lead pen careening
gave voice to the scheming
an Aryan cabale to dethrone

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance
to the empire unknown

the baron and his mistress
dine in fine banquet hall
as rebel insurgents plot in
the attic space crawl

wide open falsehood
the clan destine truths
rival till the end
in a series of duels
pardon the drapery language I choose

his small hand did strive
to explain all the
rants and raves of
a people enslaved

by the cant of the shrewdest
capable men

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance
now lie in my hand

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance
now lie in my hand

Back o’ the moon

March 13, 2008

Back o’ the moon

Jenny
Jenny you don’t know the nights I hide
below a second story room
to whistle you down
the man who’s let to divvy up
time is a miser
he’s got a silver coin
only lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away

there’s one rare and odd style of living
part only known to the everybody Jenny
a comical where’s the end parade
of the sort people here would think unusual

Jenny

tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
far off we sail on to Back O’ The Moon

Jenny

Jenny you don’t know the days I’ve tried
telling backyard tales
so to maybe amuse
o your mood is never giddy
if you smile I’m delighted
but you’d rather pout
such a lazy child
you dare fold your arms
tisk and say that I lie

there’s one rare and odd style of thinking
part only known to the everybody Jenny
the small step and giant leap takers
got the head start in the race toward it

Jenny

tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
far off we sail on to the Back O’ The Moon

that was a sigh
but not meant to envy you
when your age was mine
some things were sworn true
morning would come

and calendar pages had
new printed seasons on
their opposite sides

Jenny

Jenny you don’t know the nights I hide
below a second story room
to whistle you down
o the man who’s let to divvy up
time is a miser
he’s got a silver coin
lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away

there’s one rare and odd style of living

part only known to the everybody Jenny
out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
to push their flags into powdered soils and cry
no second placers

no smart looking geese in bonnets
dance with pigs in high button trousers
no milk pail for the farmer’s daughter
no merry towns of sweet walled houses

here I’ve found
Back O’ the Moon
not here
I’ve found
Back O’ the Moon

Big star

March 13, 2008

Big star

I saw a big star running from me, a world from a record on my bed.
Turn the tables on me, what would happen if I fell to the tune of a dreamer,
to the tune of my heart?
A big start running from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head.
Turn the tables on me now. I would fall from heaven and ring your bell.
Baby, catch me in the middle of a lie.
The boys are out tonight, yeah the boys are out tonight.
The big shots singin’ from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head.
Pity my heart signals: center of a storm inside my head.
Center of my heart, center of my out of time simple mind.
From the moon out my window a wink and a blink and a nod.
Had a wish on a start but now it’s falling.
The boys are out tonight, big skies above me signal in my horoscope it said:
never heed a caution, never fought a lover,
never cross a street alone in the middle of a signal red,
middle of a drinker’s heart, middle of a big parade, a signal in my horoscope.

City of angels

March 13, 2008

City of angels

Heaven, is this heaven wher we are? See them walking, if youi
dare , if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselvesalong the streets of heaven.
Where is the blessed table to feed all who hunger on earth,
welcomed and seated each one joyfully served? See them walkinf, if
you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselves along the streetso f heaven.
Where is the halo that should glow ’round your face, and where
are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades? Show them
to me.
These are sobering sights I’ve seen in the City of Angels have
all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven.
There would have been heavenly music I was convinced before.
A host of the dearly to meet me with Hosannas sung at the door, but
these are sobering sights I’ve seen in the City of Angels have all
been one rude awakening that was dues to me in hevean. In this city
of fallen angels.

Daktari

March 13, 2008

Daktari

Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt toss pop turn over
Sit down
Tremble and weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down
Spill with your words caught u p
Dance in your room
Slide like you’re buttered up
Roll back the tomb
Sit down
Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
Shake in haste
Sit down
When the thunderclouds sound
Ants scatter to high ground

Don’t talk

March 13, 2008

Don’t talk

Don’t talk, I will listen. Don’t talk, you keep your
distance for I’d rather hear some truth tonight than entertain
your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close
my eyes. Don’t talk, I’ll beleive it. Don’t talk, listen to me
instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard
the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you’re in now.
Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but
when your talk is over tilt that bottle int he air, tossing back
more than your share. Don’t talk, I can guess it. Don’t talk,
well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame for
how you feel inside. You’ll look for a close and easy mark and
you’ll see me as fair game.
Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when
your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more
than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you
care. I’m marking every word and can tell this time for sure,
your talk is the finest I have heard. So don’t talk, let me go on
dreaming. How your eyes they glow so feircely I can tell your
inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never
mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is
clear. I’ll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may
talk but I won’t hear.

Girl on a train

March 13, 2008

Girl on a train

Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking.
Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away.
To remember a face, and you’re home or want to.
Certain they would meet soon, paint a portrait of a family.
Sigle light on, single way, single light away.
The night fell.
Saw a painting on the stairwell to mourn the passing of a daughter dear.
Her soul upon the train so far so near.
Just close your eyes and you’re home.

Even with my eyes closed

March 13, 2008

Even with my eyes closed

Funny how I know it’s harder, it’s harder now.
Young girl in my young girl days, thinking I could live for always.
But like an ocean tide, I’m drawn back inside and I know.
Seasons pass like sand inside a glass and nothing, nothing returns.
Standing with the friends I’ve made, I’ll race them to the grave.
Well who won, won the extra days?
When you take away the years toll on the waters wide, shallow high and low.
In the autumn sky, happy to know I’m going home.
Even with my eyes closed, funny how I know it’s finally, has it finally begun?