Under False Pretenses.

The passion play started out easy enough,
She said will I? of course,
And he, well he changed his mind,
Took it back, and walked away,
Left her in tears and utter dismay,
To know for certain,
And then take it all away.

As the second act opened up,
She wrapped a rope around her neck,
And he broke in and saved her,
Only to shoot her in the back,
When she thought everything was back to normal.

In the final scenes they set him in the electric chair,
But the governor pardoned him for no apparent reason,
And when the mourning family of the girl appeared,
They hugged him and forgave him, and invited him over for christmas.

As the curtain closed, the audience was appalled,
And for good reason, as the actors took their bows,
The were bombarded with tomatoes and cigarette butts,
For the no smoking signs were never turned on.

A Little Liar

I heard you were happy, then you weren't,
I heard you were sorry, then you weren't,
I heard you make promises, and I saw you break them,
And in you I saw myself, blank, desperate and full of misused miserable misgivings,
And in hope in what you had inside your whole self,
It was not a enough to pardon the pirating hordes from stealing everything you wanted.

I last tried to find the truth, but all the lies sifted in with the gold,
I last tried to understand your miserablesness, but it resulted in my own happinesss,
I last tried to focus in on the tapestry you mangled on your way out,
But instead of trying to mend it I threw it into the brush fire,
That I started to destroy the trees that bloomed outside my windo.
I was not enough to pardon anything, not anything at all, you still held on your own happiness.

I wanted to be better than this,
But I was tired of trying,
I was tired of being okay,
When I wanted to be great,
I wanted more than nothing,
More than everything too,
In the greatest paradox, the falling stars, that fell on you.

Stardust particles, that sprinkle down like grains of sand upon the beach,
Vanishing into the mountains, forever.

An Angry Letter to the Man in the back of the Theater

patience dear friends
the journey home that never ends,
or seems to not,
will be over soon
tomorrow or not,

and a tidal wave of curious bewilderment

will fill my mind of coffee and junior mints

pressing everything forward in joint aches and pains

that the birds will never appreciate your name

or the so call things that you plan to say,

faster than a speeding bullet the migraine sets in

desperate to jolt you into aches and strains,

and you'll stretch out your arms to heaven,

and your joints will snap back in,

as the hell of your body swarms you in killer bee stings,

but don't you see the truth on the other side

the simplicity of the escape plan

good exercise and good food,

breaded cabbages that just won't do,

tomato  paste and gumbo stew,

breathed on by rotting dragons breath,

as the grand wizard utter incantations,

so astounding that they'll capture the imaginations,

of the entire world,

and so again they steal the words,

of those that said them before them.

as the shuck and devour the shark and the coward,

they will see no hope for the "nopes" that they've heard,

and in the end the men who tell the tallest tales are birds,

crows and finchs,

and bottled neck dolphins that splash in the air,

and eat the tuna.

believe me if it makes no sense, its because you are not searching hard enough,

though that too may be a bit of nonsense,

granted if the truth were easy most of us would live easier,

than the twelve angry men who slammed the doubt into everything other man who just wouldn't pout,

in desperate times the cock crows twice,

but Jesus walked on water, while you can't walk to forgive,

and you are no savior, so no don't get up,

lay in your head and feel bad for the dead,

leave it alone, after all like you said,

there's nothing you can do,

the pain is too real, you can't follow through,

after all you are you.

and the fable goes on, 

it never really ends,

to tomorrow and beyond,

as the sharks circle you,

you'll find no friends,

in the void of your mind,

as you struggle to keep time,

while never taking a step,

never snapping a finger, 

never blinking an eye.

be patient,

this only lasts a moment,

but it'll hurt like hell

till the doves pull you out.

and amen said the preacher man,

with his big book in hand,

as he slammed his head down on his pulpit,

and the sound that set forth,

cracked on the masses,

of frenzied little termites,

who built with their shit,

and even though it smelled,

they stayed all cozy,

all safe,

and all sound.

One More Before the Night Ends

Did you see that squirrel scamper up the tree?
He hides where none of his kin will be seen
Sleeping so soundly in the dead of winter,
Where death claims all the trees around him.
Did you see him?
Nor did I, I knew the answer when I asked the question
For the squirrels are quiet this time of night,
Taking care not to be sighted by the eyes of the predators,
By those that seek to devour them
Did you know the truth to?
Sure you did, go and believe what you will,
The rodent doesn't need you to live through his plight,
He'll be snug, and he'll be cozy,
Faithfully cuddled around his babes,
With his little squirrely wife at his side.
And as those little ones suckle for milk,
He'll go out again, and shamelessly be involved,
In a tragic hit and run,
Oh no one will investigate as he drags himself to the edge of the road,
But his family will ponder in fearful curiousity,
The fate that befell the head of their clan,
And as the speeding contraptions fly by him,
And he sees in the snowy skies God's plan for his existence,
He'll sigh a deep sigh,
For none of this was worth it,
For even though he knows it, he never understood it,
The fact that he is what he is,
A squirrel in heart and soul,
Road kill on the side of the road.