"The Natural Thing"

All this 'let it happen naturally' is the
hardest thing for me, I've ever done 
in my life. But still we made it - did it, 
didn't we? Waited 'til the fates agree.
We don't have to do that bull shit twice.
We are gone through all the courses,
of obstacles and forces, 
this courtship's 
come in.

Let's never do that again. 

I wanna be straight with you, woman. 
Woman, that's only natural, woman. 
Woman? You make it so easy, too! 
Come on! Come on...too strong.

I'm sorry, you do. 

I'm going to be straight with you, 
woman! Woman, 'cause I am unwavering, 
woman. Woman: you make me implacable, 
woman. Come on? Let's do the natural thing,
'cause if we mean it to be? 

It's meant to be.

I've dealt in certainty. Ever since: you kissed me back. 
I've almost married you, a hundred times, behind 
your back with just three thousand vows, that I have 
kept, that you never heard! 

Don't tell me that's rushing in.
We're no fools. Don't be absurd: 

You've always been straight with me, woman. 
Woman? We're only natural, woman. Come 
on and on, you make it too easy: two. 
Come on! Come on, too stronger and strong,
every time that you do, I have to be straight 
with you, woman? 

Woman? 

'Cause I am unwavering, 
woman. Woman. You made me 
implacable, woman. Come on! 
Let's do the natural thing,
so supernaturally?

We're free.

So yeah I'm tumble-tongued, language-lost,
make up the words. Only all of them...
can't explain. I'm digging myself,
even deeper in, and covered 
in all of this dirt. Well?  

Can't excavate what's 
in the stars, but to try 
wouldn't hurt. 

Let's always be straight 
with you. 

"Clare Danes (Naked)" or "Some So-Called Wife"?

Some one else's ignorance is bliss 
Everytime he sees it he goes mad
Just because he don't know how it lives 
I think about it just to make me mad 

Every body's alibis for 
Someone's ideal way to die...? NO 
ONE 
REALLY WANTS
TO SEE 

"Clare Danes," NAKED
No-one really wants to see Clare 
Danes naakeedd, 

Except for maybe this one weird guy 
I knew. 
Accepting maybe this one weird 
guy I knew! 

Other than it she was best in scene 
Took the Terminator to new heights 
Just because it seems her dad on-screen 
Had a thing or two for undertights? Nah, 

Everybody's alibis keep
no one's ideal way(s) alive 

Noone really wants to see 
her flame naked 
No one really wants to see 
that game played it 

Except for sadly this one creep 
guy I knew! Oh yeah I know 
that one creep guy sits 

Blue
Watch out for 
the guitar solo 
on my songs, lately 
'cause it sucked! Sorry

Clare was also excellent 
in many other things, 
and she started out 
a kid, but the story 
arc she has much 

kick, and did! Hi there 
nobody in p'ticklar now

Surface draft(s).

I kid you, not and bid you this: 
THESE RHYMES HIT HOT 
between the ayes and desperodds 

to find Egyptian Bangles nod. 

Quite right, quite just. Ask Henley, 
Don. He put the show, she stole 

my run and Prince's song 
was for her heart 

a hazy shade. 

Icicle dart. So let the zephyrous 
malaise Spring. Let magistrates 
begin something, but call the court 

in no delays. We've got 

the whines, okay. OK? 

But I'll prefer the Amber 
Ales and IPAs from distant 

sure. The man heard me give 
history, and poured me out 
that gin. 

Galore

The Vortext Chronicle(s)

With seas 
your eyes of 
azure greenlit 
sea-foam cares 
hair hard, salt soft 
in wide-strewn spray: 

Perigianne. 
The Greek-ish 
Antipodes 

Know when 
the Cypriot 
looks cool 
and shit 

I'll bind no knot 
to loose you, first 
but by fourth dates 
all claims run void 

The undertow suck 
Takes me first. 

Or this I vow: 

A Wedding Band of surf 
and spray and light and 
sand for one beach day 

whether permits 
the storm goes fast 
but darkness 

fits. 

BST-o-W ANTHEMIC JAM (proposed S'i'am)

1. REV Two(2)
   
   "Just bring Battle
   Space Tugboat-Of
   -War In-Tow, with a huge up
   -asteroid flow on community creep
   with a real CAP'N: REGULAR PANDA
   in-coat, in-seat chewing bam-boo leaves
   and two tied-for-1st -mates:
   
   VELITO McSKYE plus
   MINIMILLION VERB O'THKA
   STANDING BYE whilst CHALIE,
   Chief Engineer Janitor Boss
   feeds the Cap'n its leaves, designs
   the robot at cost: M-8888-E from a broom closet broom
   -handled mop and about eight quarter sticks of DYNAMITE
   SLOP and the whole thing's
   
   BOON
   
   roaring towards the Space Pirate Regatta again.
   
   An annual affair to declare each Queen of the hits
   parade where the victory sits
   in a lap filled with laurels
   and thorns: obscene."
   GO HIPS R0SE-H1PS, NOW
   
   THIS IS OUR STAGE/SCREEN

intro schema w/ parts sketchy

(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born 
I was on a mission 
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side 
Just oscillating nurses 
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ] 
guy, I I was talking way 
before I could crawl 
or walk. And what 
the ladies heard 
wasn't baby talk 
I'd drop a line like 
a bomber would drop 
a BOMB. Highly explosive 
but notice I was kool 
and calm, ready 
for action at the age of one the fun 
was just beginning I was winning 
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ] 
the ladies would come with arms 
open and hoping for a kiss 
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH 
and watch the ladies bug 
I stood up for a while 
then I started walking 
I heard some lady say 
"Look who'se talking" 
That's right baby you 
can't leave me [ HIM! ] 
alone 'cause if you can't 
please me don't tease me 'cause 
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH 
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE 

(former spoken by Mohandas 
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)

Full band (low harmony vocal 
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR 
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE 

I came to be the one who'd stay 
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite 
of what you meant when you talked 
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST 

that wall! Because you're indefensible 
You lost the last 
best chance you had you can pray 
Good luck 
You can Ugly it up, but 
I'm 
The Bad 
(S. Leone inspired guitar line 
and chords) I'M 
THE BAD 
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM 
THE BAAAAD 
get 
off 
mah 
TIP 

CONSPIRACY 
is on my side 
Step to me you get took 
for a ride, they'll lock 
You up 
They'll hide the key 
Don't put your self 
through hell for me 
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible 
You really ought to doubt 
your "should" 'cause God 
He is Great, 
Jesus is Good, but 
I'm 

the bad 

(Whistling part) 

toot de doodle doodle doo 
BAH NAH NAHHHHH 
der REET der ROOTLE ROO 
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO 
nah nah nah 

DOODLE-TOODLE-TU 

HIT IT 

Spoken: destruction is 
a creative act and I love 
to create so keep the hell 
BACK. 

_________________

Band intro: 
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings 

CCO 
& assistant to the director 
of strings 

______________

Band goes in to "DESTROY" 

"Joy in Mid-Autumn"

It brings me back to the sun beating 
down and the smell of chlorine 
It brings me back to the fall 
of the leaves 
and the rape 

of Persephone. 

And when I get tired of seeing 
her face in the clouds, and 
the streaming rain 
is ready to run down, 
she calls me 

back indoors, she 
says I'm yours, 

and that's when I feel

joy.

"Rocking (To-Do)"

Here me out
I'm going to call a party. 
Here and now, inviting 
everybody. Bring 
your girlfriend bring 
your boyfriend bring 
your ex-girlfriend too 
everyone you've ever 
loved or even hated 
will do 

Just 
sit on down discussing, or 
get on up dancing 

State 
your mind or change the state 
your mind is in 

I would never tether you 
over what you hold, dear 
Bring your freaky twelve 
step program or your big 

case of beer 

We got rocking to do 
All man 
We got rocking to do 
All woman 

Now jump on up right 
and just for just one man 

'Cause only one man came 
to take his bird in hand 
shove it back under the bush 
Let it cheep-cheep a bit 

Tell that Courtney, Girl 
Next dive's for me let's 
swim still a bit, We 
Got 
Rocking 
TO-DO 
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with 
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN 
has got rocking to do 

all man 
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT 
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE 

with 

all 

woe 
mah 

han 

guitar solo? 

Bridge to the chorus 

Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front 
row metric ticket, please. 

Good 
girl 
Good 
boy 

Go doggo go

back o'time

Long since update: that is
Christy
Leigh SCHAPP!
SCHAPP! SCHAPP, real
estate fans, but don't rule
her out as Cover Girl for
the new Sports Illustrated
Professional MOMS I'D LIKE TO LOVE fat
hardcover special edition (the one with tear-out

"centerfolds" between EVERY LIKE TWO (2) PAGES? no). 

Implied nudity only, please. SI
is a Family Style Institution. It isn't Hustler, thanks. 

N.
O.
W.Good Greasy Grace before, during and at meals please, today. It's franks and beans! The killer duet combo on SAINT PADRAIC'S SNAKE EXPULSERITO BURRITO DAY FOR NIGHT! 

W
a
r
ning. No. MDMA and Roofies alike are NOT "recreational drugs" when you spike
an open container with them. "DEATH, FIRST!" quoth the mad in black. Death first.
It is fate's accomplice you tempt, and the lie detector will be admissible sentencing
phase, DNA ONLY available IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE (plus audio only
self-documentation by all the ladies) during the appeal during which you will be in
GAOL, not "jail," and violating what Russell Crowe calls "The Kiddie Raper Beef." Capisce
? Yes, Rose. We all

capisce.

This year
is for the mother's daughters and THEIR
moms. Next year for pop, pops, disco and
rock. No roll today. Steve Winwood's got

the mumps again. Sheesh. 

uncool vigilante

Hey nephew
or, is it niece
we are all one
or

the other at
least if
you care to check
it, we probably

are. Not by
wish, or so
to speak,

So ask
your funny Auntie
she
has votive smoke
and candy since
I'm more the

avuncular sort,
I'd warn you off
my yard, there

SPORT.

my line breaks are.

my line 
breaks are surreal, 
she said and laughed 
like bells inside 

my head

rape joke monday

It's RAPE JOKE MONDAY over on Consider 
Your Ass Kicked so 

Why not go? Rape me in comments 
but 
Only by your own real internetonym 

And 
ONLY

via a posted link from the news with no 
commentary of your own, so you will look 

SO BAD 

When I reply in the link's comments and you don't 
dare 

show 

up. Thnx, coward

mislaid

I can't be mislaid 
my heart is true, 
my soul is pure.
just like doo-doo

heartbreaking beautiful

Moments fleet
to years and lives 
and so it breaks. And

so, 

decide  

my bloody sword

my bloody sword's 
asleep and no 

it hasn't been put 
in its sheath I just 

let the blood, just 

oxidize 

let this corrosion keep 
because

if I should have 
to draw 
if I should
have to strike, the blade's

very significant length of edge is 

polished sleek and cute 
to keen 

in any moment, date 
or year of any month 
or holiday, and rust

is one hell 
of envenoming

or so I've read, and 

so they say 

Jackie Gams!

I knew a girl called Jackie 
Gams (oh, Jaqueline, as 
she preferred) who used 

to try to hold my 
hands. She had 

the first and 
second-best 

of legs, 
you know 

so she could. 

WORD

battle fatigue

battle fatigue 
combat injury 
I took a wrong step and 
destroyed my knee 
I pulled a wrong weight 
and so pulled 

my back 

just the strife 
of life, in life 

and I will bounce 
flat

"Rearview Gleam"

Soon

You'll be alone with the memory
of all
your sincere regards.

And I'll

shuffle off the deck, discretely.
This cruise
Has been free of charge,
so far...

...but the price of admission is guilt
There's a series of fiction confessions in you,
and I'm scenting the sense of a new career -
when you fly off the cliff after it,
won't you spare me one
glance
in
your
rear
view
mirror,

you?

Remember my shine. 
As you wash the world in light, 
from the one thing you got right
Remember my shine. 
Once you've seen the last of me, 
that's the worst of it you'll have to see 
Remember my shine.
As you let your vision dim 
from the too much light 
that you let in, 
remember my

mind 

somewhere
over the spectrum.

And heart

in a cool, dry place.
Where you

have been trapped in graven image,
by the lines

as it desiccates

in an airless space

...while the heiresses R.S.V.P. 
They beg to inform you on bended knee
that you'll be attending the banquet alone,
at a change of address, it is now your
home
sweet
home

Remember my shine. 
As you wash the world in light, 
from the one thing you got right
Remember my shine. 
Once you've seen the last of me, 
that's the worst of it you'll have to see 
Remember my shine.
As you let your vision dim 
from the too much light 
that you let in,
remember mine. 

This abyss that I have been
is not the worst fix I've been in
Since you've seen the last of me,
having left behind the best you'll see, 
if you let your vision drown,
from the too much light that you let down,

Remember why
now,
Remember our
time, 
Remember

mine

Yes it is possible to know someone really

There's no getting back 
once that corner was turned. 
No getting back 
what you'd learned, before 
you learned. 

Knowing someone cannot 
be undone

And it's everything in: 
part, whole and sum. 

There's no back button, and
no undo key 

I guess we could just 
move on, let's see 
from here on in - what is left?
Or next?  

Or just do
what is right. 

Which is probably not 
a guess. Knowing someone 

is the lip of a cliff 
on a moonlit night, 
hung in spotlight soft 
smack amidst abyss,
and 

you think you know their edges 
are trustworthy,

but 

it
only
takes
that one step,
one miss, 

(and no take-backs)

to see

change a band-aid: steps

Make a drawing of a
human skull on lined paper.
Crude OK.

Tape it to the mirror
right where your head would be. Then,
while you change out the bandaid, avert
your eyes: use your peripheral vision
for the task itself.

For your main, steady gaze, keep your eyes on
the skull drawing
interposed between you

and mirror-you. 

The energy of denial and superstition
freed up by this ritual (which I'm making up
right now for the first time: important, or
it wouldn't work) will attract any negative
karma or ambient bad feng shui and trap it
between the two lines of gaze (you and mirror
you) and suck it into the paper. When

you're all done (remember to actually change
the band-aid: important, or it wouldn't work),
burn the skull drawing! Or you could microwave

it. Sterilized. 

Done correctly, this ritual would have an efficacy
equal to or better than the placebo effect OR
the power of prayer. Trust me, I'm a nonce ritualist
par excellence. I develop these all the time, and

never execute half the ones I develop! Sometimes
the need doesn't arise. Great ideas 

go to waste all the time

On second thought,
don't microwave it. No studies
have been done confirming
the efficacy of microwaves
on denial and superstition
permeated paper.  Performance
of a proper nonce ritual is no time

to go experimenting

Oh, potentially important.
DO NOT ATTEMPT unless
your peripheral vision eye-to-hand
coordination is B-
or better! THE IMPORTANT
THING is the bandaid
change itself!

All this woo woo stuff
is just to attract and trap
any supernatural or paranormal
forces that could complicate

the wound. You know.
If left uninterfered-with