Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…

Your face Transcends Garnish

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

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

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

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

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God