The Lizard

I’m talking to a lizard

Who dont know what she is

She thinks that she’s a wizard

Because of her relatives

The Earth is flat she says to me

And it’s gonna end next week

You’ll be struck dead over by that tree

There goes your lucky streak

Her friends come walking over

Here’s the Hunchback of Notre Dame

Einstein runs for cover

They all think he’s to blame

Now they’re busy hanging Darwin

Cain and Abel pull the rope

It’s Ezra Pound’s last bargain

T. S. Eliot’s smoking dope

They take away my codeine

And tell me i’m gonna hang

For being an old dope fiend

Before the church bells rang

I just did get away in time

With the help of Stagger Lee

Got my ticket and i’m line

The Titanic sails at three

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Passages

Hummocks and swales grow sere and brown

Walking home when the sun’s gone down

Provenanced in ashes and grief

The heart recedes like an autumn leaf

 

Everything is new tomorrow

But tomorrow is yesterday

Contained there an ashen glow

Of a bang that happened long ago

 

Now there’s snow on the roof and the chimney’s cold

And the bones feel the logic of growing old

But my shoes are laced and the treadmill’s on

And the night’s resolution is already gone

Face

In the long summer morning

I will come for you

So that you will see in the silvered light

What you thought forever gone

Is it sunlight is it shadow?

Or just dappled light through the bracken?

You will see a face

A baby’s face

It will be my face

It will be

The face of death

I am addressing you

And you will understand

This House

Snakes in the attic

Rats down below

My mind’s erratic

When the insects show

 

They get on my face

They get in my eyes

They want this place

To tell its lies

 

The walls are sweating

The draperies alive

This house is not forgetting

That here i cant survive

 

I wake up in a trash can

Cant live here any more

And i stumble across the grass

On my way to the liquor store

Senile

Some kind of war’s coming

There’s blood on the tracks

As my mind is going

And not coming back

 

Too old to remember,

Too tired to care

In an institution

But IDK where

 

These walls are talking

Screaming at me

You’d better start walking

When they cannot see

 

Outside is a river

Swollen with rain

God’s an indian giver

So flush me down the drain

 

Waiting Room

Pregnant women and fucked up men

The waiting room is full again

Every day, every hour

I want to go home and take a shower

 

Psychopath and Borderline

End of day or end of time

Piss and Prolixin, Seroquil

They’ll be here with me until

 

One of them gasps and one of them dies

One of them moves, one of them cries

And I see the door and see the path

So I can go home and take a bath

Why?

Once I would have died for you, maybe I still would

Exiled and excommicated I wonder if I could

Take my lung or kidney or other body part

For ever since forever you’ve held my trembling heart

 

Make my heart prance like a stallion or flutter like a dove

But I think you never ever understood this kind of love

Explain it to be softly so that I would see

What reason did you have for jettisoning me