Hallowed signal receptions

My minda lwft behind,
its a whole 'nother day dream.
its another town, its another world,
were the bills are paid
and the lawns are mowed,
wha'd you think just cuz this song is done,
theres always another one?
waiting right around
the bend ,till this one ends.
and over and over and over again.
oh my world, its tossing and turning,
and the head line are warning
and warning and warning
of flash floods in my head.
and possible leakage from
news publications and,
possible leakage from
news TV stations and,
that very same morning
right next to her coffee,
she noticed some bleeding
and heard hallowed coughing,
the national geographic
was being too graphic,
when all she had wanted
to know was the traffic.

StreetSong

in the streets i always stumble,
that is unless, im walking straight.
and in the night i fall in love,
that is unless, i fall in hate.
and and in the garden im staring at beauty,
that is unless, im starring at guilt.
and if you are an apparation
of my past... then walk right in.

Ne me quitte pas

ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas!

think about when you were young and things were right

with veins so tight, and stumbling through the street

your walking, looking for your little light,

and no you wouldnt let it go, and no you wouldnt

let it pass, and you sing your ballads oh so sweet

echoing through ever-night.

ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas.

down in ever-night, the kids go sledding down

snow covered slopes. freezing noses, frozen toes,

ever night will start to glow, and waging war

for five years past, the soldiers marching

home at last...

ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas.

Swizzerlands.

in dusseldorf i met a dwarf,
his nose... it was red,
and in the cookie cutter village up north,
i found a pair of selkies in a sled.
and in switzerland i ran by,
seeing the druids lying in their bed.

and the little girl watches from the train,
watching apple heads bobbing by.
and in belgium the little boys brother,
wouldnt let him give the game a try.

and running along side the sled,
the selkies waved as they passed along.
im in a little bakery,
but it wont be here for long.

Hallucinating

i had a dream.
crispy crispy
benjamin franklin,
... came over
had a talk with my mom.
and in my dream,
crispy crispy
benjamin franklin,
talked about insurance policies,
the dead will be okay...
anyway.
and in my dream,
truning in her grave,
grandma talked about...
saving her boy.
the dead will be okay....
anyway.
hes back in world war II,
the nurse is his soldier.
and the black IV...
is his gun.
no thank, no thank you,
she dont have to pay for this shit,
break the operation,
burn benjamin franklin
and grandma's rolling in her grave.
the dead will be okay....
anyway.

SlimJim gets slimmer.

My mind, its getting slim...

slimmer.

my gloves caught in the machine.

im getting choked in the gases of,

civilization... of this generation.

oxidization of thoughts,

don't come easily no more,

im being autopsied,

by my doctoral doppleganger.

leaving my lungs,

on the end of a cliffhanger,

books.

they now drift away from my eyes,

lipped mouths fall into sight,

whispering their lies.

TickTok.

tick, tok. tick, tok... clunk.
singing songs within the silent mechanism,
and everyone is yearning...
...to get out to the inside.
to sing another different song completely,
so different from the one their always singing.
gears meshing against each other,
tearing apart brother
from brother, to one another.
and the clockworks part will fail completely,
the pendulum is constantly never swinging.
the colourless green things are sleeping.
and the clock, has stopped its stillness completely.
and everyone inside the mechanism,
has finally stopped their yearning yearnings.
and they are out.

in the style of literary nonsense verse.