I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

You told me that we’d meet halfway I’m not sure what that means ‘Cause ev’rything I need in life Is what I’ve had to be My loved ones threw me to the wolv…

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you