Junky little notes Throwaway lines on the postmodern stage Cultural fragmentation in empty streets Truth whittled away on an evaporating page
The disillusionment of an appropriated life While the world’s on fire; downright ablaze The American Dream sold off to the lowest bidder Feeling dissociative in these recent raucous days
Our dishonest & unaccountable government Are trying to sell you their uninspired vision Trying to sway your vote by gripping your throat But their cockamamy pleas will be met with only derision
I’m standing under swaying palms Holding a delicious boat drink I especially like the little umbrella Time away from life – don’t have to think
Smelling like lotion, salt & a sunburn My soul has truly needed this rest But without you here by my side My heart is still a million miles from Key West
I like candles with the best of them Soothing music is always a good start Dim the lights for a softer mood That perfume always quickens my heart Take me in your arms tonight Whisper every detail of your plans Let me watch you move & sway Notice how much I love being your man
I don’t want to look too good Someone might try to steal me away Flashing all of their charms Trying to make me sway But that’s not who I am Don’t worry you’re pretty head I’ll be home soon enough Resting quietly in your bed