JAVA JACKET
Swung by my pad n you looked on with distaste. Caught me talking to the black reflecting face. You say the problem is I have too much caffeine, I talk to myself, I’m stuck in a dream…. We’re always fightin – never get along. Every time I talk to ya, I say something wrong. You say it isn’t you, it must be me. I must confess. Take this personally: This Java Jacket is warmer than you. It fits me so much nicer n if I had to choose, I hate to say it, but here’s the diet free truth: Joe just tastes so much better than you! Café is empty, you are long gone. Joe and I stay up till the crack of dawn. A sweet black lover, he listens so well. Creamy in my mouth, but he’ll burn ya like hell! This Java Jacket is warmer than you. It fits me so much nicer n if I had to choose, I hate to say it, but here’s the diet free truth: Joe just tastes so much better than you! I don’t know how you did it, but I surely know why. You couldn’t measure up to my java high. I guess it’s what I get for givin you my house key. I guess I’ll be without caffeine permanently. The psychiatric ward is really fun. The stuff they give us here is definitely number 1. Here it is, Baby, what I really think of you: you’re a day-old, decaffeinated lover, and we’re definitely through! Cuz this Straight Jacket is warmer than you. It fits me so much nicer n if I had to choose, I hate to say it, but here’s the diet free truth: Joe just tastes so much better than you… Nurse Joe tastes so much better than you!
BUFFET AT THE CATTLE PASTURE
A fly flies by me, turns to wave and smile. Says he’s on his way to the feed lot for the Fly Jamboree. I knew it was no lie. He said, ‘I’m a typical fly. Yea, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight tonight….Oh oh! And a buffet in the cattle pasture! Yea, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight tonight….Oh oh! And a buffet in the cattle pasture!” He asked if I wanted to come. I said, “I…..I’ve got to be getting home. But I’ll give a whoop n a holler when I pass bye.” He smiled again and was on his way. What a sweet little guy. Well, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight tonight….Oh oh! And a buffet in the cattle pasture! Yea, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight,” He said….Oh oh! “And a buffet in the cattle pasture!” Well, it’s just another night here in Pleasantville. The cattle care that we care enough to extend a friendly ‘hello.’ A farmer drives by me in his rusty pick-up truck. He curiously caught my eye as I talked with the fly. “Well, there’s gona be some dancing in your cattle pasture,” I told him. “Yea, and a buffet in the moon light tonight!” Oh oh! “Yea, there’s gona be some dancing in the moon light,” I said. “And a buffet at your cattle pasture.”
MOON PRAYER
You love me with just your love. So we soared – a pair of doves. Higher than high up in the sky. Above the clouds and past the eye of the man on the moon. Like fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in. You took my hand, we fled the highland. They came for you, you smiled and said, “My sweet, my love, we’ll meet again. Join hands, together we’ll stand in the land of the moon. Like fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in. I lost my heart the day they took you away. But my darling, I’ll be there soon, and we shall dance in the light of the moon. Like fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in. Fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in.
PICTURES OF FACES
Tiny and rosy. This picture of me, I was just three. Tucked tight in Pop-pop’s arms. Love shinning from his eyes. From a picture bridging over time. Once the same age as me. Working hard, building a family. Caught there, his gaze to her. Love shinning from my Daddy’s eyes. From a picture, bridging over time. Some day, I’ll have your silver white frame. Wrinkles of smiles and kisses and glow, hugging with hands that love to the bone. Some day, I’ll have your silver white frame. Wrinkles of smiles and kisses and glow, hugging with hands that love to the bone. I found a picture full of something that was missing. It was here the whole time in my Grammy’s eyes. Found a picture of the faces that I follow. Time is circling, sculpting handsome lives. It’s circling, sculpting handsome lives.