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


Never again

Never again will I question the depth

Of the burden

From the one that ultimately hurt them

No desire

To escape the fire

Or flee to obscure

She remains so demure

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