On the patio
in eulogy
Thinking bout the past
Standing in my emptiness
Drinking from a glass
With red lines around it
And ingrained thoughts as well
On the patio of eulogy
I will never tell
Just what it is I loved
About that woman there
You will never guess
Neither her arms nor her hair
And I just can go running
Down that baritone list
In articles of never understanding
From the first to the last
I just painted the patio
With tender dreams and fragrant lies
I am watching right out loud
For the elegant cries
Deep dull dreams capture me
Sun spotted deeds don't shine
There was a woman I loved not once
But now twice she isn't mine
Monkey
Soup
Monkey soup is
just some goop
That really has no taste
But you ought to beware
It at times has a face
I Am So
Angry
I am so angry
that
I think I'll pull my face off
And throw it at you
