Wooden mouths
Echo splintered fragments
Of thoughts onto the masses
Tucking hopes in the
Dried up grasses
With bone dry teeth
Never holding on
Not much to keep
Wooden Mouths
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On a River in Texas
On a river in Texas
People gather close
To their beverage
As the fumes of coffee and tea
Fall willfully
Speckled mist
Gathers
Around a full cup
Of a humid night
Keeping me up
Fluttering Masks
Fluttering masks
In times of confusion
Hoping we can make it
Through
What is real
And an illusion
Fluttering masks
On people faces
But for me I am to wreckless
I guess
Worried too late
Than the rest
Hop Things
Hop things to stay ahead
Hop things and off we go
Another night
Another toll
Mid Day Coffee Line
Mid day coffee crush
Afternoon slumber crush
The day
With hole fields of caffeine ablaze
Set to a early morning drum
Now a day dreary
Has a firefly sun
In the coffee line
In the afternoon
Not to late
Never too soon
My Helpless Shiver
If I were only the best
The undisputed world champion
Would I resist an ill will of fate
Temptations to state
That my own indifference
Or subject to exposure
To think that I am no good
All over
I shiver
Helpless to get
Away from those feelings
Squalid Greed
Squalid greed
Unpunished demonstration
Of the full-blown
Castration
Of a society
Is the licking lips
Of high snob-riety
Hanging all hopes
On the goal
Of self advance
No Dollar Taco
No dollar taco
Burns the wallet
Makes room
For a change of plans
And no spare change
Made the day of
Good food
Dark Fog
Dark fog
Descends on Dallas
Into the evening curls
Another night
Slippery roads
But moving alright
For another morning
Rounds the corner
Skirt the Crack
Around the cracks, I walk
Knowing the tradition
Of certain superstitions
Holding the walking foot
Position
I hold my breathe and
Walk away from the crack
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