Saturday, July 15, 2006

Something wicked

oh darlin'

I gotta tell you sumthin right now

so listen close

there's a storm comin from over that mountain
and it's gonna hit us right here hard.
we gotta move quick now baby
that mean black in the sky means it'll be here soon enough.
you get them blankets from the hallway's closet
and I'm gonna nail the shutters closed.
you fill this basket with the things you wanna keep close
and I'll call the horses to get in.
don't cry
don't go crying now baby
when the storms come is when we gotta be strong.
we got a storm cellar
we got those canned goods I was keepin till winter
well it's our winter now I'd say.
and we can just sit it out down there.
And I'm gonna be there the whole time with you
just aholdin' you as tight as I can to me
I'll rock you to and fro till you feel safe
just you me and the lamplight
all night if you need it
I can just keep holdin on to you
till it stops blowin and pourin down
cuz damned if you ain't the only thing I've ever done right
and no storm can touch that
so that somethin wicked can this way come
and it's gonna boy
but don't be scared now
because I have a plan to send it right on back.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I fell Over, I'm a Lump.

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So I made a wish
it didn't bleed when I cut it open.
see

I've been trying to scrape that boy out of me
lately
because like pumpkin seeds ruin a jack o' lantern
he's been sitting inside my mind
too long

he's been blocking any light 
that might shine behind my eyes
he's been darkening my smile







Monday, April 04, 2005

Bone Machine

They are the bone machines.
The elite, a special breed.
They are svelte and lithe,
Their hip bones are sharpened.
They are the consumers of couture and carrot sticks. 
They are the thieves of the scandalous glare. 
They will come first, as they always have. 
They will walk in front, razor hips slicing side to side. 
They have french tip pedicures, and highlighted blond heads. 
Perfect faces and fake eyelashes. 
They wear bikinis and get invited to dance in the cages. 
They are the Ashleys the Megans the Brittanys, 
they are the Tiffanys
They say "Do you have this in a smaller size?". 
They pass on the cake