Here's your bonus poem for the week. Enjoy. If you dare.
Put me on a highway
Surrounded by the folks
Who would put down Fancy
Call Cher a gypsy or a thief
The ones who have no idea
How hurtful they are being with
Indifference
Or quiet disparagement
The coldest of the cold hearted
Giving Hank
More than enough reasons
To drink
Monday, January 23, 2012
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Monday, January 16, 2012
Monday's Son (01/16/12)
Here's this week's bonus poem. Right, right, right on time.
The opposite of Madonna
Something is telling me
To sit tight and shut up
For now
Don't wish too hard
For anything in particular
Dreams should be unspecific
Goals should be ambiguous
Instead of being determined
To control the situation
Just pull out your pad and pencil
And scribble at will
Stare out the window
At the scenery
And leave the driving
To us
The opposite of Madonna
Something is telling me
To sit tight and shut up
For now
Don't wish too hard
For anything in particular
Dreams should be unspecific
Goals should be ambiguous
Instead of being determined
To control the situation
Just pull out your pad and pencil
And scribble at will
Stare out the window
At the scenery
And leave the driving
To us
Monday, January 9, 2012
Poetry Videos
Here's the two poetry videos I've already made, in case you missed them on youtube.
We mean it, man
Early October 09
Monday's Son
Here's this week's bonus poem. Hope you enjoy.
Consider the lillies? What fucking lillies?
This is no place for a philosopher
Or someone who considers the state of mankind
It's strictly carrot or stick around here
One or the other
Will get you in the end
Happy to be part of the machine
At least it's a job
They say
As they turn on the showers
With no safe haven except within
I brave my face as best I can
Trying not to let the loneliness and anger
Register my expression
Although it's a failed pursuit
Besides
Everyone's already made up their mind
That I'm either the town crier
Or the psycho next door
Consider the lillies? What fucking lillies?
This is no place for a philosopher
Or someone who considers the state of mankind
It's strictly carrot or stick around here
One or the other
Will get you in the end
Happy to be part of the machine
At least it's a job
They say
As they turn on the showers
With no safe haven except within
I brave my face as best I can
Trying not to let the loneliness and anger
Register my expression
Although it's a failed pursuit
Besides
Everyone's already made up their mind
That I'm either the town crier
Or the psycho next door
Monday, January 2, 2012
Monday's Son
Every Monday I'm going to be posting a poem here that wasn't included in my book. It'll be a depository of sorts for b-sides that haven't found a home yet. Here's the first one. I hope you enjoy them.
Fishful Thinking
I wish I was in a fishing show
Not because I love the sport
In fact
It bores me to distraction
No, I wish I was in a fishing show
Because of its standards and practices
No one yells
You're alone on the water
The scenery is pleasant
The weather's usually the same
And there's plenty of time to think
I definitely wish I was in a fishing show
Right now
Rather than having to worry about
Being run down
By a cyclist on the sidewalk
Who's in more of hurry than me
And who breaks
For no one
Fishful Thinking
I wish I was in a fishing show
Not because I love the sport
In fact
It bores me to distraction
No, I wish I was in a fishing show
Because of its standards and practices
No one yells
You're alone on the water
The scenery is pleasant
The weather's usually the same
And there's plenty of time to think
I definitely wish I was in a fishing show
Right now
Rather than having to worry about
Being run down
By a cyclist on the sidewalk
Who's in more of hurry than me
And who breaks
For no one
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