All his lyrics come from a bottle
so I need to ask
will Noah dance
on lamplight
coffee stains on his shirt
his knobby ankles creaking from age,
oh he loves his lungs dry
but tonight Im smoking Samson out of my blood

so
Mary Mary quite contrary oh Miss Magdelene hear me now,
you know how a womans tears curve down cheekbones
scheduled out silent and angry
we remember when our bodies were once a secret kept.

Dark side of the universe
Abandoned soul survives alone
except for his dog.

Travels the wastelands in search 
Of another soul
In manic desperation for the human touch

Decades pass and all that arrives
Is mother nature
The earth becomes a verdant green

Opposite side of the of the earths' rebirth 
She waits by the graveside of her last link
To the time before the big bang.

Two stripped down strung out
Survivors barely holding onto sanity
Each oblivious to the other.   

wind jumps
and drips
darknening
rain
takes the light
into dark
shinning
from pretty lights
the tall and soaring
heights

and im damp
and dreaming
watching plate glass
scenerys

Ten little Skeletons marching in a line,
One got lost in the pumpkin patch,
Now there'e only nine.

Nine little skeletons dancing out the gate,
One tripped over a sleek black cat,
Now there's only eight.

Eight little skeletons, lead by one named Kevin,
He went on a date with a pretty witch,
Now there's only seven.

Seven little skeletons ready for treats and tricks,
One flew away on a giant bat,
Now there's only six.

Doesn’t he look like his mother
And the nose, it’s his fathers you know
Look at his grin and the shape of his chin
He’s the image of your brother Joe
The hair, there’s so much, it’s amazing
It’s like granddads before it fell out
His lungs are so strong, well it won’t be too long
He’ll be screaming and running about
Oh bless him he’s smiling, he’s lovely
He’s so cute you could eat him for tea
His eyes, well, they’re certainly grandma’s
Pick him up, pass him over to me
He must be an absolute treasure

if it bleeds it leads
is the lead-in story
for Alternet, an alternate
syndication to a means of
skillful assessment with and
without
disambiguation;

After my morning's dawn surprise
the shadows whispered my name, aloud;
my mind had no way to process
because my memories began to crowd.

Then, I became as one of them
replaying over in my head,
all of the ones that brought me joy
but, the sad ones stayed instead;

and as I floated ever upward
my view increased ten fold,
I saw all my friends, and family
and they all appeared so old.

I saw no spectrum of colors
at the end of every day,
there was nothing but dark shadows
all different shades of grey.

There was a deafening silence
that eerily vacuumed up air,
there existed not one lullaby
with a sweet melody, so fair.

I knew only of pure sorrow
my smile would not deploy,
I wrestled with my heartaches
as there was no word for, joy.

But, all that changed forever
when I saw inside your eyes,
my sadness turned to retribution
and my smile I can't disguise!

Born on a dead and lonely planet
She opens her eyes to witness a stark new day.
All she has is her mother's grave.
Aftermath of apocalypse 
will her world re-populate?

Walks the earth imagination working
where did the human race go?
Will they return, or is she destined 
go mad on this godforsaken world?

Echoes From a human voice reverberate.
But it is only a recording,
a masculine tone she can not fathom.
The words he speaks, afford some solace.

I'm trying to have an intimate discussion
but the bastard keeps repeating himself
and I just know I'm going to be late.

"Haven't you learned anything?" the wind
seems to say, patting me on the shoulder
so that I turn around and wonder who.

Now, i don't know which way to go for the
rest of this poem, and I'll be damned if a horned
owl can penetrate my deepest concern.