Woe is me in an SUV

Woe is me in an SUV

Rumbling down the road

Because I’m tall you see, and oh I look like a toad

As I climb on down this hill

Hurtling on my own

Along comes my only love and feelings continue to grow

I (the toad), and my love continue toward our destination

Blissful am I to never again feel any other temptation


Scarred Wench

Scarred wench, approaches my bench

Wounds superficial, emotions artificial

At 16 years old, she knows so little

Departs with a wave, and a catchya later

Rejoins the group, among them a skater

Why must they seek, a soul like mine

What has been, my terrible crime

Ignorance is bliss, return to the arrogant abyss

Scared wench, please retain your stench


Open Lives

Open lives – open graves

Spirit craves eternal pain

Windows of reason closing down

Imposing derelict – class clown

Feverish candour cannot wait

For my feelings to dissipate

For in ruin we will spend

Eternity – darkest end