I Want To Touch You

I want to touch youTaking in your hips, nips & lipsForcefully; against the bookshelfWe keep making the record skip There’s no quenching this fireThis passion burning inside meI want this life to last foreverKeeping pace with the love setting me free

Suburban Arcades & Record Stores

Suburban arcades & record storesLove notes left jammed in the teletypeAncient technologies lost to whims of timeSacrilege of consuming before it’s ripe Littered by dreams of public-school poetsFalling to the feminine side of healingWhose obedience to authority lingersBut only the lonely are rhymin’ & stealin’ Our literary antihero catching the cliff notesA repressed childhood isContinue reading “Suburban Arcades & Record Stores”

Where Are The Heroes For Our Own Time

Where are the heroes for our own timeThe poets & warriors to lead the chargeI’m not the effigy of your incompetent apathyMerely the pirate of record, by & large Who will join me among these ranksTo beat back the mind-numbing attitudesTo hell with society & its reality televisionTaking my crew to more temperate latitudes