time...mess

i’ve got things to do

places to be

women to fuck

with their perky little breasts

i don’t have time for this mess

i don’t have time for these thoughts

or your pretty little wreck

which does bear the romantic

foggy picture

of the innocence of youth

and the tragedy of death

and your soft and perfect neck

and it makes me long

for some water

or the bloody, bloody mess

the twisted metal

the marrow of this life

and you know that one

best

these days

but i don’t have time

even though your lips

look like cherry red

wine

and i long to

sip

from

the

sultriness of the

vine

but there is no time

i have many wrecks left to

survive

although yours might just take

the prize

but i don’t have time

no i don’t have time

but oh,

you do look so

fine....

snow shelter

I could be snowed in with my lady,

There’s a blizzard coming down

And as I walk to my destination

Each falling flake

Is an earthquake

With a head like mine

Tonight

And I came in from the

Cold to find myself

Here

In the warm pub

With the cool décor

And the wooden floors

Yeah, I could be snowed in

With a single beauty

But here

There are so many warm bodies

For a more general

And earthly relation

I could be snowed in

But I don’t care

Me and the band are playing

All night long

And it’s a joyful sound

Downtown

In this amber lit room

Beyond the foggy windows

A light against the cold winter night

And dancing idiots

Just being human

I chose this life

Because it is full of life

At least a little bit

And it is the best of my music pals and we are

Trading songs

We love for the singing

And Katie is dancing

On a table

And the laughter echoes like

The choir of angels

And the feet on the floor

The thunder of the heavens

Outside big snowflakes fall

I could be snowed in with my lady

But me and the band are playing

All night

Tonight