MARS
swam the english channel
flew to mars and back
man, i can't walk

there's a navy warship
there's million years of sand
we'll be locked up in boxes
oh, my friends

solved a thousand murders
did ton of crosswords
i lost my kid at the store
man, i can't talk

FOUR FOUR
i'm here to save you from your final call
your deposit has become very tall
at five minutes to ten you would have met your very end
and i'm here to say the deal you got ain't raw

c'mon, pal, i'll give you the grand tour
i'll show you things in twenty-five oh-four
from now on backwards is forever and the plot is always clever and you'll never find yourself asking for more

you'll never know that death is not the end
it's just another point on your itinerary
now, in just a minute now
or maybe in a year you'll know for sure

i know the wait must have been excruciating
sticking to the school in which you were matriculating
well here's your graduation, moving to another station
under terms our contract always has been stipulating

and God must have lost track of us
and maybe Time just isn't worth the fuss
well we've been watching you for years and your estate has finally cleared it's not a miracle it's just finance, my dear

3-9-27
card-carrying
made it to the inside
pull a wink
he could get a free ride
(on the inside his eyes sit still
on the inside his eyes sit still
potted memories on the window sill
on the inside time is to kill)
watermelon roaches
streets are made of wood
made a millionaire casserole
out of brotherhood
brotherhood
tricycle alcohol plantation
fingernail knucklehead cigarette
nutrition memory robotics
tectonic nuclear minivan
montezuma soda fountain
burglarizing cars never thought it was a
reason for a martyr or an older brother
reading in the waiting room you spot a problem
paper clips and buddy lists that you can't miss
a montezuma soda fountain
Today is post-mortem
You're living an obituary
The amber light at night connects us
Like fetuses in monochrome
(Fetuses lie safe at home
Like fetuses in monochrome
Treat us this idea alone
Like pieces of a year our own)
glory, taste, merit-faced
learning how we all can come to love this place.

MONTEZUMA
All I need from you
Is to remember
All I need from you
Is to remember
An elegy like four thirty-three
Hair and nails won't outlive me
Concrete fingerprints
Decomposing evidence
Rotten body's circumstance
I don't need your monuments
- - -

BY RUM BY GUM
By rum by gum we'll all get ours
A candy cane, an ivory tower
A mountain made of sugar like they say
It's seeping all through and you'll get it too

By rum by gum we'll all get ours
A liquid crude, a long lick sour
A whiff of something way before our time
It's lost in the wind and blue like my shin

The trees, the trees, and Mary's knees
From in between came holy sneeze
And listen to me, I never would call him a liar
It's something I found that's down underground

It's in the books that you've lost your looks
The moment you learned to read
Too much soda pop and tv slop
And these shoes are making me bleed
And these shoes are making me bleed

One of the crest amounts to less than jaguars
Twenty minutes of rough beginnings and pacifiers
Few consume the food of roots that grows while you sleep
Days and weeks and years of it like a lobotomy
By scott....

Their heads are high, their pants are pressed
Their necks are stiff and I'm rolling around in their
Garbage, four days old
Leaking greasy down the road

Follow my footsteps past the kid
Who's learning to play the guitar
Without a right hand, he didn't look up
But he told me I wouldn't get far

NO CAREFUL ON
For stars we're under
The story's over
I'll be here forever
Skin's too loose on me
Lively as the dead
Where'r the marks I've made?
Really nothing wrong
I can't forget to
Forget
Ill seen-Venus
Ill said-Venus
I'll be here forever
Gaining
Do you know why the lambs die?
Careful...
Where is the sun?
Erradicate, erradicate, stacking eight against the fates Truncate, truncate, one day too late Where is the sun? Drowned in the Themes with his face to the night With one last flare before he sunk out of sight Where is the sun?

MAINE
I've got you by the skin again
And the glasses always gave you away
Maybe it's the grass in the air that makes you itch
But you've always had friends in the hay

You clearcut your soul and squandered your resources
They're endorsing whores and picking scabs without remorse
USA Today said there's no hope for guys like me
Like Joe Bonham gurgled in morse code

Johnnie Johnnie, what's her name?
Bonnie Bonnie, not the same
From the skirts my God it hurts
From the skirts my God it hurts
----Johnnie Johnnie lost his head in Maine

Gone insane, up in Maine...

Bonnie, Bonnie has forty-seven ways to say
"You don't know what you're talking about," and
Johnnie, Johnnie says "Can't I listen to       
God's own voice that I hear inside my head?"
"He's dead," she said, "Let's get into bedroom
Dripping dripping syrup through your earhole if you're lucky It'll make you deaf so you can't hear us sing"

And I commuted skeleton from inside skin
And it's gone with a slice around the waist
Maybe it's the freckles that was keeping them from building
But now you'll never look me in the face

Ears debilitated, eyes been lacerated
Nose is blowing sand down to the sidewalk
And the road goes way up north

MILLIMETER
Chortled blood curdled
Popcorn getting in your wounds and it's a
Static panic-titanic automatic waxing dust

Life is dark, full of clouds!
Lightning strikes, it is loud!
Sheath your sword, there's no need!
Thought is that which you impede!
Hounds of Hell have your scent!
Released by the government!
Bloody Day!  Pummeled Night!
Phallic like a stalagmite!
Humid moss is covering and
Society's bordering on
An abyss of slavery and
No qualified mastery so
Give (Up!)
Give (Up!)
Sacrifice is not enough
Don't remember anything
Shoes are filled with mud (cud!)

FETCH
sure like a thing of mine but without the mind
take it for a dime, meet me at the shore
wheels turning in your skull want to buy 'em all
maybe supersize, step onto the wheel

ain't much but it pays the bills
the size of a croquet ball
wrinkled and eyes in a bulge
a forehead dripping gristle
under a curly wig

you say the world is shrinking
i say it's all in your head
you're quequeg i'm your coffin
a box of raisins, they're all a bust
a grape rolled through magic dust

my life is so easy
my life is so easy
people coming back in time for me . . .

END OF THE OCEAN
lines across eyes baboon
ten thousand purple common law
twist to fire extinguisher for shame
i'll lay down on the ground and get dragged all the way
by my feet with my face on the floor
then dip it in salt water
you want my cancion?
lose what you own