the Spoiled Braton a scale of 1 to teni give her an A with my red pen.on the tap-tap-tap of a pane of glass,i only wish to pass,get a kick out of her lips,as a breath from a kiss,crosses the street but forgets to look both ways.a swift kick in the caressbrings a ring at my doorstepa scrap-scrap-scrap on the welcome mat,i run from her to pet the cat,and i become the spoiled brat.
On a Donkey's Breyon a donkey's brey,i pray for the blue dayyour mustang stands kicking down my door.i thought i saw it's eyes todaybut astray i went; chasing old, dead geese.she-machine, the gears so clean,i dash into the shade of her hi-beams.i'm prone to do so when i see the horse's lore.the mistaken identity crisis camebut astray i went again into the double doorsbetween what is real and what is unreal.
Spinning Jennyi miss the hiss of lashing tongues on vinyli long for the pain of apathy amongthe boogaloo is bubbling over since you left the kettle boil,and now i miss you like i miss a lung.
Frankenstein of the Twentiethglorify mineconnections; sultry to yours.i walked a city blockthen i died.broke did i;ressurected all i killedin vain, i smiled in painshe gave me all she gave the rainalone i still came,in love;clattered like the gutterpipeshe did in my headbut to make real; alive,never enough lightning came.
Ties to Good Godgood grief to good godswing low, swing widei take my front, i take my side,confide in good god.in pride my good godi swing high to swing wideheaven's light to good mine,heavens to my good side.good grief to good liesties to good god.good god mine, good side gone,pry, time to liecollide with good god.good side rely,goodbye to good mineswing high to be minegood grief, go swing wideheaven's light to good mineheavens to my good side.
Canalsa churn under wallsred clay current.bloody looks & blind turnsinto dollars.martian evening of mid-summera kill in the sea of the sphinxyou came down somehowto occupy the eye of Egyptian Mars.a cloud on the surface of alien Eartha traveler of the black empty comesto begin anew blue instread of red.
One Day I'll Knowchannel cat of delta nine,sister of the river rhine,i cannot live,i cannot die,i pray to god, one day i'll fly.golden stone of chromisomes,only daughter of all alone,i cannot shrink,i cannot grow,i say to god, 'one day i'll know'.
13a crack to the lips of jane,she stayed the same old ways,how she blew smoke-rings through my brain.i choke on the number one brand,in the sand, i plant my trees.she-machine, held me tight ini can't believe i'm in this.a shwill in May, i pray to dive,into her thoughts while i'm away.and through the evil eyes i seethe love she means when she said so.her toothy smile, her facing straight,we mate in our minds, but cleanly.her long brown coat, i hear her hair,and stay warm inside.
Roostwicker flicker with daily juice,i roost in your ruseabstruse; you might be me.a caravan plan to walk on your sand,command your laptop library land.i break like hebrew glassi mow the grass, i pass,and i stayed at home when i should have been at mass.you, oh you; the center of viewi'll say it again, i'll say it to youa chance to transplanta rose in my garden of ants.