Tag Archives: #great

MARS IS FULL OF CANDY FOAM

It’s on America’s tortured brow. That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame Cause Lennon’s on sale again…’
Didn’t they find him that way once?
Or are we all living in fairy-tale land?
The shepherd’s moan (This is L.A.)
The folk singer’s rattle
The preachers’ sermons
Are all the tragedy on this dismal scene
Everyone’s out to heal and pray
But the photographers are just making a buck
Saw it on the newsfeed
It’s a wee bit too pretty for my taste
I thought there was a duck in the boat
But I’m still waiting for my pasty belly to kick in
It’s a God-awful small affair
To the poor whore with the big holes
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
But all she’s looking for is to get in
‘Cause the publicity and hope and pray have failed
because she found something else that keeps her going
She told the weather bureau she’s a cheerleader
Even Jesus came through to hear her prayer
Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
\Oh, what a lot of pain!
/
Oscar has gone too far now (Oh!)
Our elected officials and the entertainment media
So many thinking the wrong thing is right
But who’ll be there to pick up her cardboard?
‘Cause the weather is a mess and all the malls are empty

Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
Didn’t they find him that way once?
Or are we all living in fairy-tale land?
The shepherd’s moan (This is L.A.)
The folk singer’s rattle
The preachers’ sermons
Are all the tragedy on this dismal scene
Everyone’s out to heal and pray
But the photographers are just making a buck
Saw it on the newsfeed
It’s a wee bit too pretty for my taste
I thought there was a duck in the boat
But I’m still waiting for my pasty belly to kick in
It’s a God-awful small affair
To the poor whore with the big holes
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
But all she’s looking for is to get in
‘Cause the publicity and hope and pray have failed
She found something else that keeps her going
She told the weather bureau she’s a cheerleader
Even Jesus came through to hear her prayer
Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Oh, what a lot of pain!
Oscar has gone too far now (Oh!)
Our elected officials and the entertainment media
So many thinking the wrong thing is right
But who’ll be there to pick up her cardboard?
‘Cause the weather is a mess and all the malls are empty
IS there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Nobody was crying about Nelson Mandela
But we did rush to lift up the nation’s agony
‘Cause we were all so turned on by that gold-plated male body
So Madonna comes on and just like that
The college dean sold out the university
‘Cause we’re all so turned on by that derrière
It’s a God-awful small affair
The girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
It’s a God-awful small

:: 10.17.2020 ::


LUNA IS HERE SHINNING HER LIGHT

Her glance glows & lingers of otherwise
beating feelings within her Breasts
Oh if and of her soft pure thighs
blind y o u within her grace,
nor,
nature or voice of human speaks
only one of this thing to unwieldy the
arch whence issues a new emotion.
Nor could a stark and stunted
root display her youthful vibrancy
beneath the shoulders of Life,
no, not speak as we within the fur
upon a beast of prey, nor speak forth from
their lines like a Soul of Life —
these memories of youth for youth
and older Souls to remember :
we live life in circles that grow wide

and endlessly unroll.

:: 07.06.2020 ::


LITTLE BIRD

Your tulips and balloons flying
all across a shining night
like lovers I want to fill
a memory just full of you
My new life of loving

Stars so brightly shinning
and you make a romance
inside of me like a knee-knocked
heart faintly say my name
when I nighty-night

And tell me I’m just a little bird
snuggled inside you, strong nest
Come morning we’re the first
to eat and chirp lips-bursting

I watch the sunrise my fireBird
wing-to-wing swinging dreams
the wood’s citizens know us
we’re what dreams are ever they be

Oh, falling, flying, sleeping, dreaming
I’m longing to linger until your done
dear, I could  never stop dreaming
until sunbeams stop beaming

And I make a promise to you
I’ll dream, dream a little dream
of you!

:: 11-13-2014 ::