Cardiology

The heart pumps blood, very quickly.
In fact, it also does many other things.
It kills you from the inside,
It bursts, and it swells,
And can tear you apart.
It can make you say the most ridiculous things,
Like 'I love you'
And 'I hate you'.
It brings people together,
While it drives others to madness.
It's just like any other pump, really,
Except mine's just crazy about you.

Pain of Ecstasy

Life is a misshapen dustbin,
A shitbox always ready to
Give you another treat.
How I love the days
Spent running along the river bank,
My whole life behind me
And beautiful girls in front of me!
I just want to bottle it, bathe in it,
Drink a bit of it before breakfast
Each and every day.

I wish I could tell all the strangers
How glorious being a human being can be.

I’d shower them in pools of dopamine
And shower them in a flood of other chemicals
That would make them weep from
The most bald-faced joy.

I wish I could see them,
Orgasming on what I’d bottled for them.
They’d thank me.
They’d shower me with gifts
And raise me up as their king.

I can see through the sky
At the stars, shining like beads of dust,
And planets in all their glory.
I could gobble up the whole universe,
If I could just get some free time.

Plea Bargain

Blowing the trumpet horn,
I caught her in the side
Of my eye.
She speaks Spanish through her smile.
Radiant blue eyes betray an icy cold heart
That tears me apart.

Freaky laser beams radiate out
From all around her.
She levitates from room to room,
On her freakish soul energy.
I want to catch her glance.
If only this space could carry my thoughts.

Can you hear me?
I’m looking at you!
I want to mindmerge you,
Get under the layers,
And see the heart of the sun.
Can you dig it?

Saturn’s rings got nothing on your blond lockes.
Can you see yourself?
Do you know what I’m going through?
You knock me down with your gaze.
Your breath is intoxicating.
Your dress makes me want to sell my home.
I’d give my blood for your legs.

Can’t you tell you were made for me,
Space girl?

I Don't Know!

We’re all lost in the wilderness,
As hopeless as can be.
Nobody will catch us.
Nobody can save us.
We’re all gonna have to live with being free.

How did we get in this mess?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
How the hell did we get into this mess?
I don’t know I don’t know.

There’s trees above
And Hell below.
Nobody knows what’s coming next,
Or where we’re going to go.
Snatched up by sharks,
Torn to little shreds with their teeth.
What the hell happens next?
I don’t know I don’t know!

Love with no Moonlight

I met a witch the other night.
I think I’m in love.
She has fire in her hair.
Her smile shoots needles in my heart.
She can make me do things
No one else can.
I’m bewitched.
I’m bewitched.
Help me!
I’m bewitched!

Can’t you see?
What she’s doing to me?
She wears black everyday.
Pale skin and dark lipstick.
She was not born in this century.
I’m bewitched. All willpower
Has flown out of me.

We’re getting married.
We’re gonna have kids.
Little demons with forked tails.
We’re gonna live terrible lives together.
We’ll grow old and decay.
She’s my depraved little witch.
I’m bewitched.
I’m terrified.
Help me!
I’m bewitched!

She decides what I eat.
She decides what I smoke.
She tells my friends lies about me.
She gets me fired from my job.
She tells the nurse I have the hots for her.
I can’t do anything about her.
She’s bewitching me.
Help me!
I’m bewitched!

Her apartment lit with candles all night.
She doodles crucifixes in geometry class.
She’s a bad apple.
She’s spreading.
Can’t you see?
She’s got skulls in her eyes.
She’s bewitching me.
She flips the bird
At geezers passing by.
How could she!
I want to be with her.
She’ll kill me.
She’s gonna kill me.
But I ain't got no choice.
I’m bewitched.
I’m bewitched!

ENCOUNTER IN A FAMILIAR PLACE

So we meet again.
I don’t remember much about you
Except that dirt stain on your Nikes reflected in the mirror behind me.
The tension is so thick
It can be cut with a knife.
It is only me and you
Trying to minimize the silence in the room
As if we’re playing hide-and-go-seek.
I attempt to figure out the optimal stance,
While you are struggling to control your intra-abdominal pressure.
The mutiny inside of you
Is transformed to awkwardness and embarrassment.
Now that you mention it,
I kinda feel awkward too.
But what do we feel ill at ease about?
Is it the stream of liquid hitting a pool of water?
Or is it the air rushing through a narrow pipe?
It’s interesting that we are not filled with shame
When we hear water dripping from the faucet into the sink.
It’s interesting that we don’t feel uneasy
When we allow a balloon to deflate.
But why here and now?
They’re just porcelain receptacles.
I guess it’s something to consider until our next meeting.
Alrighty, I’ll see ya back here soon
And maybe next time we’ll exchange places.

And for the visitors,
In finding that, they
Thought it was beautiful
And so they set about
In peeling back
The bark of its layers.

And each one, removed,
They would study, and
Admire.

Until there was no more bark
Left to remove and
They stood there, looking,
At the exposed bare tree of the world
Which was now stronger,
And more beautiful,
Than it was before.