small bird

There is real evil in this
world.

there are monsters,
but
you will not find them under any bed.

They walk among
us,
have names,
jobs,
and get hair cuts.

they are monsters
who destroy,
mar,
and kill.

They are
what we protect our
children from.

She was still a child.

innocent like
a small bird.

she was brave.

she told me what
the monster did.

the world stopped.
all other problems vanished.

i tell her its not her fault
i tell her it ends today.

but really there are no words.

There are no words
to explain why
there is evil in this world.

I tell her everything will be okay one day.
I believe my words,
only time will tell if I have lied.


11'

I Want A French Girlfriend

I want a French
girlfriend, one
who looks like Angelique Boyer.

We'll
Watch films
by Gordard and Truffaut

Laugh to
Cinderfella, The Bellboy, and The Nutty Professor

Drink  Château Cheval Blanc
wine out of paper cups

Chain
smoke Gauloise cigarettes,
like the French resistance

We' ll have sex
in the back of cars and in bushes and trees

We'll read
Verlaine,  Rimbaud, and  Apollinaire
by candle light

and she'll have a lover
on the side

and i'll have a lover
on the side

(it would be alright)

and it will all be
so perfectly boring-
because she still wouldn't be you.


11'

crime scene

They finally cleaned up the crime scene
one block over.

The yellow tape is gone
The smashed brick mail box is gone
The white candles with the virgin Mary are gone.

Soon,
all the neighbors will be gone.
(as they all move away. )

There goes the neighborhood...
literally.


11'

skinny bitch

It happens to the best of us.
It happens to the worst of us.

It happens to dictators
and  clowns-

It happens to waiters
and lawyers-

It happens to hospital patients
and cops-

Sometimes-
it happens by news of death,
or by knockout.

Sometimes-
it happens by  divorce,
or by the final score of a game.

Sometimes-
it comes from a skinny bitch,
too well aware of her own beauty,
but not of her cruelty.

(either way)

A temporary,
yet complete and utter feeling
of defeat, comes to us all.
(at one point or another)

And what we do then,
is what separates men from gods.


11'

Apology Accepted

I wanted to tell him that i was sorry,
if he ever thought I tried to
steal his girl.

I wanted him to know
I knew what it
felt like to see someone you care about
no longer care.

If it's any
Consolation, there was never
anything for me there.
and in the end I got what I deserved.


Always wanting to do the right thing.-

I tried to apologize,
but it didn't matter to him..

He just looked at me like he had no idea what i was talking  about.
 He laughed.

Given the girl in question,
This
was good
enough for me.

11

Straight up G

(B side)

my dog penny is gangsta
my old camaro is gangsta
these ugly green shorts are gangsta
her booty getting bigger every week is gangsta
the crack in my windshield is gangsta
these sunglasses are gangsta
gangsters are gangsta
The record player is gangsta
Happy meals are gangsta
The cross on my wall is gangsta

That is gangsta
You are gangsta
This is gangsta.

11'

Bow and Curtsy

She is skinny and tall,
I like her face.

while we dance,
I bow and she curtsies

later,
I ask if I can call her.

She says  we should go
dancing.

Sure I say.

Although-I don't want to
disappoint her
Besides, she's seen my best dance moves,
that's including the bow.



11'

the express lane

She is a decent
looking woman,
casually dressed and around my age.

She is 
standing behind me in the express lane at the supermarket
on a late Friday night.

She
she has two loafs of bread
and a bottle of  red wine.

I have a bottle of vodka,
and watermelon juice.

I think about pointing this out.

Casually mentioning,
we are both off to drink somewhere.

Maybe alone,
maybe among strangers.

Maybe she could use the company,


After all
Man does not live by bread alone.

I think about
expressing these thoughts, 

But I am on my way to some other fiasco...
and running late.


11'

Too Good

She was a good girl.
I wanted to get to know her,
But she took a long time to get around to me.

Like a plant without watering.
Like a hole in a tire.
Like asphyxiation,
the excitement eventually laid down to sleep.

I wanted to get to know her,
and in way i did.

But
I'm good.
It's all good.
It was all just a little too good, to be true.

11'

Clean Slate

I don't mind being alone-
without a woman in my life.

The right one
comes
when she's ready,
and
leaves when she's done.

The wrong ones
are always in the
process of leaving-
I just, can never tell.

She came and left without doing very much
and that's okay.

I wrote her name on my slate,
and
now I have wiped the slate clean.

I don't mind staring at
 a blank slate,
 as I think of all names, places and things  I can write on it-
but for now,
my mind goes blank as well.



11'