Fire

My life is like a mossy pond,
Slow and sweet and useless,
But I have a secret,
It's name is fire.

FIRE 

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

People don't often believe me,
When I tell them I have fire,
How else was I going to live,
If I wasn't singeing some toes?

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

My mind races like a 5 year old when he sees that he got the Monster Truck he always wanted for his birthday,
I move slow,
But there is my fire,
My mind and my soul.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I am a feminist,
I catch fire to the souls of people who want to burn down,
The forest that shields the wealthy,
But buries the weak.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I want to murder, burn, kill,
If I destroy then I am destroyed,
But the urge is there,
Don't worry I won't I promise.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I listen to Joan Baez singing Battle Hymn of the Old Republic,
It's the only prayer I'll ever sing,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I used to burn paper on the iron stove when I was a kid,
I tried so hard to be a pyromaniac,
But I just didn't find it fun,
I'm such a loser but if you burn magnets they don't stick to your fridge anymore.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I pace back and forth and back and forth,
Why I don't know,
I just feel I have to move,
Or the flames become cinders.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

Well it's nighttime,
And if you have a fire like mine,
When you find someone who consumes the fire,
But isn't consumed by it,
You've found it.

I singe a lot of people's toes,
I just hope I haven't singed yours,
Yet.

Dew in a World of Rain

I wake up in the afternoon,
And it's raining.

The day after that,
It's raining.

And the day after that as well.

In a place like this,
Rain is life.

It's not a big deal,
I prefer it to sunshine actually.

Sunlight is that kind of thing,
Where people like it even though they can't say why.

It makes me sick.

I miss the misty morning dew.

Its gentle water in the blue daylight,
Was a promise of better things to come.

Dew was gentle,
Rain is ferocious.

Dew was a hug,
And rain is this carnal lover attacking every inch of your body with burning ferocity.

I mean sometimes you just need a hug.

Sheesh.

Alaskan Chocolate Milk

One time I went up to Alaska for the winter.



One of the things I noticed there was,
Everyone drank chocolate milk.

They didn't drink soda or coffee or regular milk,
Only chocolate milk.

I asked them why,
They just said fuck off.

I thought there must be something magical,
In that Alaskan chocolate milk,
So I tried it.

It was nothing special,
Nothing great,
I actually think it was Nesquick.

There was something special about Alaskan chocolate milk though,
It made me smile through the cold.



So I drank chocolate milk all winter.

Chips Part 2

Another thing about chips is,
You have this phenomenon where,
People will bitch for days and days,
About how many chips are in a bag of chips.

I don't get it,
You'll accept rising gas prices,
Planned obsolescence,
Overbearing college loans.

But nope,
The ratio of air to chips is important.

Do bags of chips represent us,
Who we are as people?

Maybe we're all just bags of air,
With a few chips left inside.

Chips

Chips are that miscellaneous snack,

Chips and pretzels,

Pretzels and chips,

Grab, grab, grab, grab, grab,

You never know how many you have,

But it's never enough.




It's ok,
You'll go to the gym tomorrow.

You deserve this,
You had a rough day.






Chips,

That kiddie crack,

You pop on your favorite show,

That slow smile spreads across your face,

You're in heaven.











Buildings may crumble,

People might perish,

Love may die,

It will slip through your fingers like jelly,

But there will always be chips.

Headaches

Why am I not a butterfly,
Who only lives a day?


Why does work never end,
But happiness does?

Why do people park in driveways,
And drive in parkways?


Why would people invent time,
But  use it to enslave themselves?

Why does my cat,
Like my mother more than me?

Why doesn't God show himself?
That rat bastard.

Why can't food ever make me feel as good,
As a certain girl?

Why don't you answer my questions,
Why oh why oh why?

Because, Because, Because...


The pounding in my head,
Will never equal the pounding in my heart.

Road Rage

When the roads become full,
Out comes La Chupacabra,
To save the day again.