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What drawer do you keep your stockings
Without secrets this life would be boring Realize we’re all a little vain Or we’d never get dressed in the morning
Moonshine martinis for the quiet lady
We all need an excuse to clear our minds Offering a compassionate ear The clues exist once you pull back the rind
Finding lipstick stains in the spilled ink
Dangerous curves under a vintage coat Hushed tones as to not spook such a woman The peculiarities of each soul; I take note
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I know what you’re thinking
I’m clearly uneducated Immature & mundane Yeah, but under the surface Is anything but bland Like this: Like Loading...
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On a clear day you can see Fuji
I think that’s what Streisand said Riding trains toward Shinjuku Existence hanging by a thread
Bundled in these foreign streets
So simple we often tend to forget Life-changing inertia rolling along A tempered life without mixed regret Like this: Like Loading...
Riding out these rough seas
Trying to shield our shipwrecked daughters
Storms moving in on us rather quickly
Feeling Hell’s heat & it’s only getting hotter
From port to port, not knowing where to go
Remaining free & clear is the only way to live
Every day out on this cleansing ocean
I pray to the Lord, in the chance He might forgive Like this: Like Loading...
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I caught you outside in your slip
The gossamer wisps within my view
A ripe side of the ever lovely
I couldn’t help but stare at you
Running through a Summer rain
Racing to the steps of a Victorian porch
Draped in a thin dress of pale tulle
The heavy heart of a burning torch
Amid the seduction of incantations
I knew your illusions were clear
Transparent upon the fresh flesh
& I thought only my intentions were sheer
I always look where no one looks
Trying to see what no one is willing to see
Saturated; glory beyond Heaven’s bounty
I’m out here shooting for immortality Like this: Like Loading...
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I’ve been to the city
But I didn’t like what I saw
There’s no air to breathe
Such congestion of humanity
Infestation should be against the law
Authoritarians canvasing your timeline
Dourly grudging along in their jackboots
Manipulating digital ledgers & statements
Nothing worse than those savages in suits
No, I’ll stay here where Divinity is clear
The minor sophistications are plain to see
Occasionally sidestepping hillbilly nonsense
But at least my soul is still free Like this: Like Loading...
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Songwriting on the front porch steps
When everyone else is out in town Clearing a cluttered mind slowly Watching the passive rain coming down Like this: Like Loading...
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You don’t see me when you look my way
Like a ghost – I just don’t seem to appear Faded into the background of life Unable to compete with all you hold dear
My kind smile & open arms aren’t a reality
Merely static in your fashion-conscious day I’m over here trying to catch your eye Yet my shadow is not even in your way
What more can I do to attract you
The uncool of America
Not enough flash Eagerly & quietly industrious But we’re still short on cash
You’re out here ridin’ high on your horse
I’m down here with my heart broken You’re clearly oblivious to my existence I wonder if you’ll ever be woken Like this: Like Loading...
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The warmth of a January day
A bright golden sun to start the year Taking off clothes when its cold everywhere else Mercury doesn’t cause a Floridian any fear *** Time to take stock of what might be Refreshing breaths while we can clearly see Like this: Like Loading...
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Dressed to instantly kill
No use for a Wonderbra
The sass in your hips
You’re clearly bourgeois
Dancing beside the bar
Telling me some dirty jokes
A subtle, seductive attitude
Smiling between the sly tokes
The band is still playing
Accustomed to rooms so plush
Focusing on my quiet charm
Your attention makes me blush
I’m trying to keep up
But I’ve only been with local girls
You lead me by the hand
& soon only wearing those pearls Like this: Like Loading...
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I’ve traveled the world
& I keep returning to the same notion
I’ve seen interesting places
But I never again want to sail the ocean
My simple truth is that I’m content
I’ve found a good life; that should be clear
The grass is never greener anywhere else
We’re on an amazing course; we shouldn’t veer
There are so many opportunities
I would never close any of those doors
I don’t ever want to let go of your hand
Now that I have & forevermore come ashore Like this: Like Loading...
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I find my face littered with pixie dust With no possibilities of faking I’ve been visiting paradise, I trust
Off chasing adventure in the streams
& you thought I fell asleep on my book Neverland is not only in my dreams But these scars caused clearly by a hook Like this: Like Loading...
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Casting aspersions in the salon
It was art deco motif & decor She encouraged my company But I knew she’d eventually want more
So I raise my glass for the glory of this night
I cannot be what I am not right here Let us nurture & love the best we know For none can predict if the coast stays clear Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m trying to live free & clear
While you sit around watching C-Span
Glorifying the criminals on the Hill
I refuse, I say no, I say, “Damn The Man!” Like this: Like Loading...
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Sailing out on the good ship
Prevailing winds ensuring a clear path Foregoing the unexplained existence Forging headlong into nature’s wrath Arctic waters surrounding our view Diligent sailors crewing this steel boat Perpetually longing for a illusive home But buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat Like this: Like Loading...
I lean in close
Brushing your hair over an ear
Whispering how I want you
To me, it’s startlingly clear
You blush & push me away
But I remain firmly by your side
For I am happiest here
My stunning, beautiful bride Like this: Like Loading...
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Looking past clear stars
Each universe has a split seam Stretch your fingers wide Leave behind your American Dream Be easy & think yourself free Our minds hold us back in chains Silently slip through the hole Never following you with their pains Like this: Like Loading...