"Gone Postal"

(I am soooo sleepy today...can you tell? =) *HUGS*)

"Gone Postal"

So tired that sleeping is beyond question,
Someone wake my blood pressure up and tell it,
I miss it, I loved it, I’d write it but
Never left me a forwarding address would you
Leave me if you had the chance?
I mean if you manage to get around to it, just drop me
Off at the most convenient post office
And I will lick stamps all day, because
Caught inside a dream like this, the semi-peppermint taste
Might just be enough to scare me awake.

Gone so far beyond sleeping
Someone shake me until I start breaking,
My eyes are watering and there’s a sea beneath me
And we are sailing out again upon the waves
Salty waves which earlier dripped from my eyes;
Does it come really as a large surprise?
To your quiet nature, I serenade my noisiness, babbling streams
Of choruses of voices of growls of teeth that
Bit daily into the flesh of the mailman...
But I wash my mouth out so it don’t happen again.

Unconscious to the point of skimming into sleep,
Someone take me out of this labryinth and place me
Back in the puzzles that I am used to;
I can’t see the happiness through the glare of what
Is and isn’t and wasn’t there, but
It’s a string, you’re a string pulling me through these mazes,
And I am becoming the maze, I am a-mazed and
If you held my hand I would jump that cliff with you just
One more time but
You say you don’t want me to fall so instead you throw me
Into the sorting bin for the post office to sort and put away
Finally asleep, we’re no longer afraid
Of the stamps placed daily over my eyelids; Indeed,
This has gone too far.

Killing Caroline

Woke up today
Didn't know what to say
Last night was banging on my head
We got into a fight
You thought you were right
You walked off and left me for dead
So far down the road
So far down the line
Would you believe
That I'm doing fine
I never wanted
You to be mine
So I'm leaving Penny
And I'm killing Caroline

Revenge is sweet
Isn't that neat
And you thought I was going to be nice
You took the gamble
Now we're in shambles
You just had to roll those dice
So here's to last night
And here's to the last time
Don't you worry
We're going to be fine
It's just that I don't want
You to be mine
So I'm leaving Penny
And I'm killing Caroline

No, I'm not like him
I won't follow your whim
I'm not part of your entourage
I'm not the one
That's what you said, hun
Maybe I was just a mirage
Now I'm out the door
And you're out of time
It's way too late
To try to be mine
I like it like this
I like it just fine
So I'm leaving Penny
And I'm killing Caroline

"soup for two"

brain stew gravy,
all that's left in here.
i lost whatever you gave me,
and i lost all my fear.
everything degraded
into this oozing stew.
and i'm not afraid of anything,
now i'm not scared of you.
too dumb to know what's good for me,
stupidly step into whatever i might.
brain stew gravy, all that's guiding me,
leading me tonight.

Burning

It burns,
the painful sensation of nerves and senses alight,
the eruption of flames licking against my nose and eyes
feeling my face about to explode, and then the respite and salvation that follows
I rest panting and wincing
no scars befall my flesh as the burning and hot sensations leave me
I think to myself
think of what went wrong,
think of my mistake,
I open my mouth to speak

God damn it all that was too much mustard!

Wisps of cotton candy fall from the sky
And I dance around in this rain
Naked and relaxed I rejoice.
Carefree, I step lightly
Sticky sugar sticking to my skin.

When newbies with an axe to grind
Their reception from the Unwashed will find
Their reception unpleasant
Because endearing it isn't
These products of society's behinds

But if they post mature, intelligent and erudite
With no flame or BS, then they just might
Fund that its very fulfilling
This place called the Unwashed Village
With friends who can really be outtasight!

gravy sweet gravy, by-product of roast
gravy not gravox, the bane of a good host

gravy on meat, and mash 'taters too
gravy on roast carrots, and all the peas through

gray sweet gravy, we love you so
gravy sweet gravy, i'll never say "whoa"

gravy my gravy, just soaked up in bread
gravy dear gravy, it's gone to my head

gravy from my roast, simmer the juices
gravy gets better, add master stock
gravy made thicker, a pinch of nice flour
gravy good gravy, just a tad o salt
gravy oh gravy, im ready for you


finnally, my poem on hands...

the human hand
stop and look at it now
one could think it was planned
just like our friend towel

a hand can do many things
and working together, can do many more
look at all the joy hands bring
and all the terror, for sure

a hand that strokes a loved one's cheek
can still be used to destroy and hurt

ok, so my gravy poem was better, but there you go.