in cold bus

i'm barreling down the lakeshore,
ontario's waves crest over yonder.
the writings of a 54-year-old
kansas murder in my lap.
the sun it says, welcome home.
the condominiums, they say,
stay a little while. you're looking
mighty fine down there.
thanks, i say. it's good to be home

woe

sojourning in logic just long enough  
to pour the poorest of choices down the proverbial drain
surely my welcome in regret will be long overstayed 

to whom it may concern (first verse)

the best part of this song
is the fact that i dictated
every word
to the girl that i love
she madly scribbles down
all the absurd
shit deep inside of me
i'm losing sight of me
i'm unnerved 
so we'll watch the night
change to morning sunlight
then well get under
the covers
they cover us up
but they don't
keep out the cold
the covers
they cover us up
but they won't
uncover the world
it's hard enough
to  just feel good and trust
to whom it may concern
it's not enough
to just feel good and fuck
you silly girl

laminar flow

i'm in your slipstream
a wendy-sewn shadow
wear me around
drag me behind
just like those just-got-married cans
wear me out

superglued

suddenly i said,
"hey, come back to me."
the smile she wore
was borrowed and blue.
the payoff came accidentally.
somehow our tongues
got superglued. 
somehow i said,
"hey, come back to me."
the mound that she wore
was barren and in full view.
the payoff came simultaneously.
somehow our limbs
got tangled as fuck.
suddenly i said,
"hey, come back to me."
the arch that she wore
was ass-up-tits-to-the-floor.
the payoff came
in a cum-swallowing-symphony.
suddenly i said,
"hey come back to me."
the smile she wore
was borrowed and bruised
the payoff came rather suggestively.
somehow our tongues
got superglued.
somehow i sighed,
a sigh worth sighing.
suddenly i said,
 "hey, the bad moon rising?"

Touring TO (TV show name ideas for Shawn and Scott)

Nowhere, Toronto
I'll Show You Mine
Urban Sherpas 
Ladies and gentleman, now if you'll look to your left
Cicerones
Centre of the Universe
Tour de Farce
Guide and Go Seek
Between a Rickshaw and a Hard Place

beat together

we are puzzled
each in our own
separate ways
square-pegged
round-holed
silly little
conundrums
that's us
there, there
be still
our troubled
little hearts

we are unfounded
each in our own
narrative plays
square-pegged
round-holed
silly little
anomalies
that's us
there, there
be still
our busted
little hearts

we are unraveled
each in our own
reticent haze
square-pegged
round-holed
silly little
symphonies
that's us
there, there
beat together
our explosive
juxtaposing hearts
  

threepenny bit

tired hearts hustle through these cathartic parts
shuffling into cable-operated streetcar shopping carts 
billboard slogans casting reoccurring suggestive words
from a couch on the tower's terrace high above
the snow is massive and weighs on our collective sills
jettisoned bear market rugs and throw pillow smoke
cum dividends and cylindrical stock taken of ourselves
suggested daily servings from each mood group 
accounting for the represented school girl troupes 
these worn out hearts sure do bustle when they have to

 

arcadia

heaven hands
hand me the world
heaven sent
her heaven self
heavenly
heaven mouth
heaven hands
hand me the best 

shelby

i wanna hurry home to you
you're my homebase
you're my homie, homegirl
i wanna hurry home to your curls
home is where the heart explodes
i wanna hurry home