team Colorados in first place
the master licked off the crows face
with our eyes open on each others back
the new machines pick up the slack

how wonderful the disco ball
that rained down upon us all
just specks reflected onto the wall
perfect although very small

Dance Daisy Train

 i make the call on time 
and tow the line
and keep you in my head

off in factory of lunacy
a bank for more than bread

off in a distant land
where no one can 
offer their time for you

ill make a standard where
the open air is free to fly on through

so set this call on fire 
the date as set will soon expire
and welcome back into their love
a point set just exact but still above

Bobo Is On Fire

honestly freezing while peeling the skin off the fallen
butchers and buttons lay rounded and spiraled like rind
leaves from the trees are like fingers caressing thick ink
echoes are common when kissing the mosaic chime

the royal coroner must find his daughter 
to keep her from leaving this body of mine
the blanket morning, the hours distorting
our poems of efforts are hopeless and blind

the skin of the fallen
he must find his daughter
lay rounded and spiraled
were hopeless and blind

The Royal Coroner

put them into hot wheels and then send them on their way
careful with the storing to ensure that they dont break

wanna go back to the days where radio was king
dishing out the play by plays the umpire would sing

metal cast iron cap guns, cowboy pistols and trains
army tanks and comic books, rubber galoshes in rain

wanna go back to the days where radio was king
dishing out the play by plays 
jimmy jet space alien decoder ring



Decodering

if you find her please dont tell her its me thats been looking all around
for a single trace, left here by her face
one i know cannot be found

Left Searching

your body where you grow your muscles
where water turns the meat so sweet
its time to drown under this table
its time to pay and take a seat

for assurance three nights will come
todays departing
and one more times the sun

this is the highlight of your weekend
this is the highlight of your night 
this is the highlight of your everything
and now your everything is everything and its alright

milk the beast weve found a feast inside

Specs In Full Focus

you can fill the glass cuz mine is empty
spilled over the edge for more than a century
twisted cane traded for a crooked spine
passing sung in curse, wishing for more time

the bride at every wedding
 the corpse at every funeral

nothing left upstairs
cobwebs hide the years 
of the picture frames bending from the tears
yellow photographs sister now to nails
creeping towards the past in forgotten tales

flown through the window
then out the door
flown through the window
gone lost im sure

nothing left but the bats in the attic upstairs



Nothing But Bats In The Attic

they can do most anything
as they ride around around our town
drunken curse and song they sing
as they ride around about our town

they wouldnt get far in that car
if it wasnt for the stars
headlights and motor bars
hidden behind their apple scars

and as the meter starts to boil
their heads are sinking in their spoils
while drinking gas and oil
sparks fly from all the metal toil 

Round About Around

wind blowing buildings to their sides
making out in the glass elevator
with my eyes to buttons in the wall 
her cheeks blushed like bright tomatoes

she said "take down the blistered number and call it when you know what you want".

sprinkled some season on my plate 
saw i missed some on the counter
as she pinched the buttons on her blouse,
she could see i was watching her feet

she said, "take down the blistered number and call it when you know what you want". 

In The Glass Elevator

bright white gloves on a mr. bumblebee
delivered to the silver diner in an old oak tree
his wrinkles are crinkled in the afternoon heat
around both his eyes a frame of thin crows feet

blood mother born in a daisy
baby blooming from sweet kills

singing or whistle in or out of tune
on time to offer a blessing much too soon
done up in a bow of 50s rock and roll jive
drive down around your plastic orange beehive 

Plastic Orange Beehive

I can write a hook but i sure cant fish. 

The Watch Children