Oh, what sweet peace of mind
to know that some of your friends
are in their beds, safely and soundly
sleeping.

It was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.

And the road was oh-so-nice
to drive over. Straight there.
Straight back. One donut shop
in between.

And the cargo delivered safely
And his mother notified.

And it was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.

One dared to let their fingers fly
and found themselves among a
slew of fast-flying insults that
had nothing, really, to do with them.

So reluctantly they stepped aside
and threw their hands in the air.
First, considered, “Why are you fighting?”
Then, conceded. “Let the fuckers kill eachother.”

And he’s alright he’s
sure, he’s done this
before, he’s
got all his cards in line
got all his ducks in a
row. And he knows
just what he needs to do.

There’s a body between him
and you (not a dead one).

…(yet).

Define for me
with body language
the word ‘fight’

Or,
to put it more
(un)civilly,

Bring It.

at times I find
that I must bring
myself to stand
before you

With

my head held high
and just enough
a grin that it
unsettles you

I

Hope that we have
come to terms with
all the points we’ve
blundered past

but

recent light has
shown a sight of
unforgivable
happenstance.

So…

If we choose to
rectify these
failures that we
perpetrate
we ought to
learn to pass us by
and get out before
it’s too late.

There is something on your mind.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

You know what you want, and that’s
out. All the way to
Cincinnati. All the way to
Ruin. At least
that’s what I
think it means.

But you haven’t been to Cinci in
a long, long time. And you’ve
no idea what state it’s in
(of course you know Ohio),
but it takes a lot of discipline
to stay here, that much I know.
But I know you want to go.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

One would be amazed
if one really knew
what one was really
capable of strapping
to one’s hood.

With the right set
of bungees and a
strong piece of rope,
anything is possible.

Now tell your uncle
to stop fucking around.
And cut the boy loose,
would you?

And I haven’t seen the
stars so bright in
such a long, long time.
And I wonder where
you are tonight,
and why I always
start my thoughts with
And.

Left my
briefcase
at home
last night
now I
just can’t
re mem
ber what
I was
trying
to fin
ish to
day so
I will
have to
start all
over.

Fuck.

No-one ever
went to bed angry
with a new free car.
But no one ever
woke up happy with
a sore neck.

How quickly
things can change.

I’ve become quite accustomed to
your certain brand of rhetoric,
and though lunacy is in my blood
I’m certainly no lunatic

so shout another awkward joke
and make the comp’ny cringe
they’re all far to prim and proper
to be wand’ring on our fringe

we’ll scare them all away from here
so they can find their own damn henge.

You may hate it when the
rain makes mud of the
driveway, and soaks your
brand new shoes, and
gets your hair all
messed about.

But no matter where
you find yourself in
this world or any
other,
it’s going to rain
sometimes.

So deal with it.

We would
laugh about certain
points, and
take away a
certain heavy meaning
from a very heavy
thing.

We would neuter
the worst, so
it wasn’t so bad
anymore.

At least,
that’s what
we hope
is going to
happen.

eight months,
one band,
two jobs,
and a trailer-load
later,
they’re home.

Allow me to take
this opportunity to
Flex my
considerable ego.

It sometimes gets
cramped, and
always tries to
get out, just
a bit.

I try to keep the
thing in check, but
everything needs
to stretch some time.

So Excuse me
while I say it,
But,

DAMN,

I’m good.

should our bodies never tire
and our minds never give out
we must climb up ever higher
to the mountain’s tip, and shout
that we’ve finished our ascent,
completed all that we’ve been asked
though it truly was impossible,
this god-forsaken task.

But alas, Our bodies tire
and our minds burn at both ends
and the air we breathe comes harder
as the air around us thins
while we struggle ever higher,
never quite reaching the top,
when do we cease to aspire,
and simply find a place to stop?

Cold hands are
no excuse.
Now
get
in
there
and
fight.

It’ll all be
over soon,
I
promise.

Just hit him
while his
back
is turned.

An over-reaching sense of
Verisimilitude has
fooled everybody.

But the truth remains static:
The grass is never greener
on the other side.

I feel I should be forceful
as the matter is quite pressing
so just shut your mouth for
one damn second,
and things may be alright.

But these
mountains out of molehills
Have surpassed the point ‘depressing’
and I don’t see why
you do this to yourself
most every night.