make something out of it

some days we spend
finding holes in ourselves
that we put there
we put too many of them there
and you can't tell oranges
from bananas anymore
Unless they get stuck in your teeth
like some kind of lost belief
we all fell from the trees
I'm not the only one
you
you too can find this
the way
the Lost
The real hard
haggard to have
the heart cost
be my valentine
my dead father Valentine's heart
broken or lost a suicidal thoughts
we were all born to rock
back and forth
but there's no mentor
To this swaying
riding alone is no way
to go home we know
where the coffins end up
Just another Jon Jon Jon Tron
Sassy ashes,
be my only lighter
later
be my only dark spot
on the moon
be my maybe we should pay the rent,
be my valentine
& let's make something out of it

So what if you stay dead

Free range rearrange awful so what's the deal
was dying young
yo i know somebody on foodstamps
cheating on her husband
Something about home cheated you feel anyway
Fishing hold your secrets pack your things
head back
to the apartment
seabrains
Her skill is ignoring men appointed
Chaos on  no christmas craigslist leftover free box children's face
she brings
Guilt and suitcases
we all wanna travel
so lows
In high perspective

Tight Wallet

I'm not a millionaire
what do you think this money grows out of my ass
we need cash
get a job
Get to gigging
your way to the rain
I need money please
we are going to have a real tight
real real tight month
going down
here's the 2014 financial report
...broke
flat even
See that Value Village has closed its doors
what you gotta do it
planet submitted admit it thrift store has to close economy dead we found her around floundering on the ground the bitch didn't have a dollar later you couldn't call her are you for real she's just statistic a dipstick with lipstick on the sidewalk your only concern tonight getting it on your shoe you look over your shoulder back at her flipping flapping fluttering wonder of muttering motored words like maybe she matters
You think i bet she has a tight wallet

In Spite of it All

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Who's writing my history

I wonder how many men grow old
with crows feet wondering
wondering where the sunlight
last time left them
at the side of a tired and dirty road
or a lonely windswept beach
I wonder about those men
wondering about where their sons went
Wondering about weather  and storms
Some of these men often
find a way to think less often
I often catch myself thinking
Wondering like a child-heart late in a summer`s dusk,
Somewhere after the son went
If he could only
see me now
How wonderful that'd be

Hammertime commeth

Stop missing my time 
any other day of the week
I'd be happy to blow off some steam
we tried this already
tired usual old classic
sending elastic no longer stretchy
stop wasting my time
any other way I'd be 2 weak
Tuesday drenched out
too stretched out
you feel sorry somehow
for all of my time you wasted
but its my stretch marks
that make me angry
when I think about what's going on
and what is all so very gone
I want my elasticity back
not those little tickings lost to clocks
Hammering nails on folded counter tops
In pants that don't  fit right.

Rolling stones headed home

Party party away the night and day
Someone lost a ho
A cornucopia party
if you lost hope
the park alone sitting moping
if you party
Then some part of you
a few have
Just like you
lost hope
if you lost focus
any of you
many of you
I've already lost direction
cornucopia
part of you lost
A hole
a whole heap
Of last week's. Cheese
Only one that you had left
last war
1 more war
the mall
2 and them all
and and and the end