The beat making my Diesels sweat This is beyond my usual scene Usually I can’t dance without regret Needing a lot more alcohol & caffeine
Glow sticks & the whole lot to lampoon I can’t live life with digitized crap Moving my body like an analog buffoon I need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lap
I spy one in my dizzied & frazzled state I could definitely make her my new habit She’s smiling at my attempt to communicate My God, I see curves like Jessica Rabbit
I shake my head allowing reality to seep Good fortune has shined down in this nightlife culture I straighten my clothes; thinking ‘don’t be a creep’ & I flash the Cheshire grin of a hungry vulture
Oh, where does our journey end Or begin, as it so often might seem Futile attempts to erase the past The unknown details of our dreams
The open road panders to a false escape The mere opportunity to rewrite a sojourn Jesus perambulating with Uncle Walt Debating the path; perchance to learn
Shaky prospects in apportioned time Manifest destiny teases Ginsburg & Kerouac Further roads leading to ornate wisdom & we keep it concealed out in the back
Thoreau mocking society with his solitude Knowing alone is the greatest we could ever be Thoughts come to us in gentle waves That perhaps our visions should become the sea
A reinterpretation of westward expansion Route 66 cross-contaminating Highway 61 All roads have never led us home Emily tempting Death with her life left undone
The growing wisdom of our consumed space Emerson’s penning pre-revolutionary blues Introducing our souls to unrefined grace The Good Lord providing Her unfiltered muse
Feeble humanity; lost across the tracks Original sin that we’ve taken on the chin Sifting thought; we might be welcomed again But knock off the Devil’s dust before you come in
My hands shake As I raise an overfull cup of coffee Perhaps already had enough But I’ll continue to be me
These roads, waterways & paths The most beautiful moments I’ve come across I love you, but I sometimes I have needs Today I’m going to purposely get lost
The government wants to lock me up
For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan
Turning society into robotic morons
I just can’t continue to work for The Man
Trying to sell us artificial stimulants
Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought
Falsified histories & professional victims
The system wipes us away without any thought
Pharmaceutical conglomerates tell us
Conscience is a personality disorder we can’t shake
Turning our daughters into Stepford Wives
Stealing our minds – hoping we’ll never wake
Corporations in league with the dolt on the throne
Continuously embarrassing the whole of humankind
Whose agenda has a limited number of characters
How the hell is this the best choice we could find
But I won’t succumb to any of their devices
I’ll take my liberty and the happiness I’ve pursued
Rejecting the crooks & ignoring their feigned power
Won’t find me in Nurse Rachet’s line; docile & queued
I can’t live a life that’s so blatantly false & empty
My soul is no longer pristine, but I’m an honest guy
I’m taking to the wilderness; leaving the State behind
I’m trading their promises for a more natural high
Maybe the morning
Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be
You rise a little softer on that day
Emerging from a cocoon for me to see
Winter blankets fall away like nebulae
Taller than is expected from a Belle
Not so confident at first light
The arching sun; the pillory of hell
Stretching in my threadbare shirt
A shake of your hips
When first the brew hits your lips
But I want to watch
As you take another vainglorious sip
Wading through seawater in your dress Clinging to your delicious curves Exposing the universe to me Standing at attention; all my nerves
You’re the anomaly of this world Virtue & flexibility of our seams Wrap your legs around my mind Allow me the most sensuous dreams
Never to rejoin this delinquent society Let me lead you with hands on your hips To paradise removed from their hate With nothing but flirtation on your lips
Gimme sass with a shake of that ass Raising toasts to love in a crystal chalice Our passion overflows conventional wisdom Since I’m directed by the sapience of my phallus
I promise to hold you close all our days & to occasionally provide your kind of cuddle But I’ll always do that thing you like so well The one that never fails to leave you in a puddle
Blue skies are returning We’re running headlong into Spring Shake out all these Winter cobwebs Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing
The flowers are returning to the earth Seasons change and its turning warm Let’s smile as we head outside Time to stretch out your glorious form
Your dress looks lovely upon your skin Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows
My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave We’re in need of getting into the fresh air To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave
Frayed cuff on antique khaki Knowing thy state of dress I wasn’t as dapper as she was used to Hoping she wouldn’t think any less
He wasn’t any better than a prig Her dance card drawing sideways looks Quietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue & the way we shared our crooked books
Shaking the dust off our neglected spines Certain steps lead to an awkward courtship But faith in the power of pristine passion That’s when I met her puckered cherry lips
Only loyal to the dead Keeping faith with those gone before Thoughts hard to shake loose My left foot dragging on the floor What did I drink last night Her voice pounding in my head Regret fills me from within I know I should have drank water instead