OTHER REASONS
One look out the window gave me chills
I heard my mother scream and raise some hell
She always talked down to me
The chill felt good in the strangest of ways
I want to change my style and perfect my stance
I'll meet a sweet girl at Friday's dance
I threw my hands into my face and begged the gods
PITTER PATTER
I feel old and filthy
And my pants don’t fit me
Where have all the days gone?
I cried the other night for no apparent reason
I laughed out loud at a man wearing a dress
He wore it better than most women could
My glass is now empty and my crotch is oily
My dad reminds me of all the things he wanted to do
I’m doing it
Or at least I think I am
The most important line in a poem or song is the last
I want to wake up the next morning repeating it
It’s not that I don’t believe in love
It’s just I know what it brings
It has brought me heartaches and a few black eyes
And if you go through it more than twice, then you’re a glutton
Order your last drink and ask for the tab
FAT, CHATTY, FLIRT
I dreamt about windmills and washing machines
I ran for days the other night
And the sun never came up
My heart has been beaten and ripped
Then becomes brand new again
It’s a new day, a new time
Yes, time for a new spirit
She went for a walk
Well, I knew it would do her good
And the winter is coming
I’ll drink brandy and grow a beard
Late nights by the fire
Early mornings by the pier
I tried to write
But nothing came out
I tried to talk
With a smile in my voice
And it ain’t easy
Pleasing kids these days
My memory is gone
Well I’m back with a new batch
Did a lot of sinning
To get where I’m at now
I now use a walking stick
It keeps me balanced
And alcohol can make you ugly
Yes, I am living proof
Booze and drama
Always creates a good story
This kid is back
And he’s better than ever
ANOTHER TUESDAY MORNING
I tried to sing for a minute
Things didn’t work out like I’d hoped
Sometimes I drink with the intent
To stop breathing
I saw this boy
Who looked like a bird
Had a look on his face like he just made in his pants
Saw an old friend
She looked good
A glass of champagne
And a bunch of old stories
Lost my mind for a few hours
Don’t remember a thing
I came home at 2
And threw up in my shoe
A LITTLE PICK ME UP
I write songs in my head
No melodies just words
Saw a man with white hair
He reminded me of my father
My brother became my best friend
Someone to confide in
Got too much hatred in me
Can’t stand the youth of today
I’ve lost faith in everything Else
Got nothing to believe in
I saw a little girl laughing
The biggest smile in the world
She turned around and walked away
And I even smiled
It gave me hope
BIKES IN THE GROUND
I found myself in a hysterical dream
I landed in a bicycle cemetery
With wheels and all
Tripped over handlebars and a mirror
Walked through a forest of windmills
And danced over a bed of roses
An Asian man handed me a bible and a mask
My father shouted
He lost his marbles
My mother farted
It smelled like tartar
We ate salad and drank sangria
The yard stunk like leftovers
I saw a Chinese kid eating an apple on a banana seat
It was study time and I wasn’t in the mood
I found the one bike that wasn’t in the ground
And pedaled my ass out of there
SPRING ‘87
A bucket of chicken on a wooden picnic table
A Sunday drive in the panel wagon
I swear we could fit ten in it comfortably
I dreamt about the beach
We went to Point Lookout
I miss the beach in the winter
Your eyes are closed half the time
The sand it blows in your face and hair
Dad had a patch on his eye
And Mom’s hair was huge
I didn’t think much about school then
I hated the look in Dad’s one eye
When he found out I wasn’t going
COLDEST LIVING ROOM IN THE WORLD
I watched the television set
And got no comfort in it
I saw a chimney carved in the shape of a cross
It blew out smoke
And they looked like angels
POWER OF THE SEA
A hot Sunday and a cold Monday
And the rest of the week was in the middle
I can’t take criticism
But compliments go over well
I have a feeling my eyes haven’t been honest in a while
I do know that what I felt was real
I really did love her
And I think she liked me a little bit
A LITTLE HINT OF DEATH
My system works in periods
Yes, in phases
I want to be the man my parents tried to make me
I’m frightened every night is going to be my last
I’ll have my last breath in my sleep
Things will work themselves out
Drink, dance, and be merry
MORNING VOICE
I yelled at the top o fmy lungs
She whispered in my ears
The sky is now a yellow
There’s not a clean thought in my head
I’ve been drinking now for weeks
She was a real mature girl
Started smoking when she was four
Cuban Cigars
Now she sings like an angel
CEILINGS AND FLOORS
I cried myself to sleep and wept for too long
There was noise in the streets and kids wrapped in plastic
The sound ofa garbage truck rings at 7 a.m.
And the deaf girl next door screams her mother’s name
I poked in the windows and saw an empty room
She was built for me
But I know I don’t belong
A trip to Blue Mountain
We did some fishing
Mom made sandwiches and dad was dreaming
The address has now changed
So have the years
I went to bed laughing
And woke up in tears
BLOOD ON THE ROPES
I saw this young girl
She was pissing in the woods
She was drinking and laughing
And singing to the birds
I fell through the ceiling
And then through the floor
My brother was cooking and my sister was bored
I cut my hands open from ladders with ropes
The rain hit the window
I gamve mom my coat
We talked to a priest
He gave me nothing
I fell from my seat
And mama gave me loving
I fought with a black
He was missing a finger
He made my skin bleed
I knew I would miss her | 
