Wednesday, April 28, 2010

single mothers lyrics

saturday night and sunday morning

she had the house to herself and
didn't know how to roll it,
so i showed up saturday night
and left sunday morning
said I got something real important,
she said I got more and it's

i rent a mail box in michigan
where the details aren't recorded

i recognized the name from
the papers
but they never showed a picture
said she was pretty scared for a while
when he got out on good
it was a personal favor,

said he finds the strings and get
his friends to pull
them later

I'd show up saturday night
and leave sunday morning
we made it a routine for
a few weeks
the details aren't important
she said i gotta hit Denver,
as soon as his probation's over
asked if i wanted to come,
but knew i couldn't cross the
she said it's over
it's not you it's the court order

now Denver's got a hold of her
and I can't get a hold of her

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


you can take his worst and put it against my best
and he will still win,
finding the lazy passion
the unforgiving terms
the love in
bricks and pollution
the simple joys i don't see
poems that
sting like poison
dreams of young
good for nothing
she said something along the lines of

loving you is like
putting knives
in a microwave

all those sparks are there
but ya, it's predictable,
you know?

a recipe

then the power goes out

Friday, April 16, 2010

getting ready to go out

"i really like your gray hairs" she say's
"i'm into older men, i always have,
not in a

weird way.

i just think they are sexy"

"i only notice grays on the one side
of my head,
maybe that's my sexy side" I say.

"no, there are more. all over."

maybe i just see what I want,
or maybe she does.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

everyone's mad at me
everyone always seems mad at me
i can see it through
their smiles and through
the spaces in their teeth

slivers from the good deeds

they're always mad at me

Friday, April 9, 2010


i'm sure you were a model
just like she was,
and she was and she was
and i'm sure you quit
because you didn't like
with the floorboards
fraying with the
complaining about the
drapes shut and door locked
the pills take one pain away and
cause another but she takes them all
she really wants to stay alive
for some reason.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

the afternoons glide by

picking the cold beer from off the table
opposed to the empty,
hour old, day old, week old
cans taking up residence
is the game being played.
and fulfilling.
I am the winner,
always, sooner or later.
it seems sad to write
but not to live.