if you've ever wondered....

If you've ever wondered how my brain works... this is it...

He Ran Through the Hallways and He was Screaming

He ran through the hallways and he was screaming

But all the people in the rooms had only one eye

And they didn't have any music to sing

They poked their heads out and immediately fell asleep

There must have been eighteen people that were growing grapes

And then someone shouted come out wherever you are

And no one came so they all fell to their knees and yelled

Why has no one been cleaning the garbage

And since then on one ever did.

Drinking Never Suited Anyone

Drinking never suited anyone

So the man grabbed his wife and tolded her to tell the pilgrims that Christmas was canceled

They cried and cried and died because they ran out of matzah

Then the new harvest of honey bees came and ate all the left over jam

The duke of Eatington drank

And the world died of boredom

Never did anyone ever again sing the blues or eat cake

Thinking of Running After the Sun

Mother told me to never speak to you when you are thinking about running after the sun and the moon sang my song when you were gone.  So then we left the city and began our own club of only those aloud who knew our minds.  Our hearts used to sing to the grass below our haven and the wooden walls and harmony to our melodies and we sat on ice blocks that warmed our bodies.  After they died someone took our place.  They were grasshoppers and did not believe in reincarnation.  Neither did we.  We only ate with spoons then because all of the spoons were dull and no one was ever hurt.  Nor did we ever hold onto bags because our hand were bigger then and our pockets were always empty.  The loneliness grew stronger and took hold of our shoulders as hawks do and pulled us around the room.  When we landed we were reversed and had to switch clothes.  Drink from the river said the tress.  Hand me that shovel said you and the hole grew bigger and heart swelled deeper.  Under a banana tree lived the old man and his lover had died, she was beautiful like the moon who sang my song when you were gone.  So we left the city and began our own club...

George Lives in a House and the House was Round Like an Orange

George lives in a house and the house was round like an orange

in a box of tangerines that were yellow but green

ripeness was never something that we wanted but he also wanted a new bike

with green spokes and a turtle for a seat

Drink the wine and sing a song to the morning

then eat the mana from the ground that was like the dirt from the sky.

No one knew who was there when the music stopped

and they tried to find Alice, 

they got lost in the woods and decided to clothes their eyes.

My mother held her mouth shut and swam through the mud in her close.

I found these on my computer.  I think I wrote them like a year ago or something....