at mcdonalds

I am at mcdonalds
I am eating a mcchicken
I am biting into something
and I don't know what it is

keep on worrying

four in the morning
and the streets are draped in night
the wind blows
a dog barks
a radio plays
a car passes by
and me, I shake in silence
in the neon alarm clock light
I tell myself
over and over
it's gonna be all right
but I keep on worrying
I keep on worrying

memorial day 2014

memorial day:
we can celebrate summer
with no second thought

and head straight over
to the potato salad
cheeseburgers and chips

but maybe we'll pause
and think of sacrifices
honor in silence

for just one minute
before we return to beer
and watermelon

pope paul

if I spoke Italian
if I wore a funny hat
if I was chauffeured in a fancy car
if I prayed in public
I'd tell sweet Jesus where it's at
I sure wouldn't be stuck
in some room playing guitar
I mean, I've got the talent
I've got the brains
and finally, most of all
no one would complain
'cause I've got the right name
I'd make a great pope paul

oh, God and me
we'd split apart the red sea
it would be
such a fine reunion
I'd say "what the heck"
and we'd both genuflect
and say 
"hey
next week let's meet for coffee and communion"

you know I wouldn't fool ya
I'd be great at hallelujah
I'll see you at Notre Dame
in Montreal
need I tell you more?
I'd be the one you adore
I'd make a great pope paul
(oh course, in my version,
I sure wouldn't have to be no virgin)
I'd make a great pope paul

man in the moon, very rough draft

I been hurting
not sure what to do
it's so disconcerting
about me and you
'cause I know for certain
you've been flirting
with the man in the moon

I've been trying 
to ease my worried mind
but there's no denying
that you're leaving me behind
feel like I'm dying
'cause you've been two-timing
with the man in the moon

           if you leave me
          don't deceive me
          I know where you been
          and I got proof
          pick up the telephone
          baby, I know you're home
          the least that I deserve 
          is the truth

I've been weeping
each and every night
my heart keeps seeking
any way to make it right
but those thoughts keep repeating
that you've been out sleeping
with the man in the moon

Sidetracked by talking about sex

Dig this, man. It's a three-day weekend and there's nothing that I have to do other than wash my clothes and the usual stuff that I do.

Such as what, farmboy? I know you write every day.

Yeah, I'll be writing, and doing work on the CD. And I exercise, believe it or not, six fuckin' days a week. I take Sundays off. And playing guitar, I do that every day. 

I'll have plenty to do, really, starting with eating a couple brownies when my friend calls me.

Brownies are pretty great…

Especially when there's weed in 'em. My friend makes good brownies. 

Other than that, I need to find a book to read. It can be hard sometimes to find books that will hold my interest. Other times, of course, I find too many books that I want to read and I'm lucky if I finish one of them.

But anyway, man, this is a three-day weekend of sleep and music and marijuana, Throw in sex and food and you've got pretty much anything that you could need.

So you're planning on having sex this weekend. Anyone I know?

It's just me, basically, unless I get really, really fuckin' lucky. Believe me, I would love to have sex this weekend. Sex is fuckin' amazing. I wish I could find the perfect girl, you know. It would be great to have a girlfriend. I wish I was better at that kind of stuff.

Of course, I also wish I was good-looking and rich, but that's not happening any time soon.

I've gotten off-target, man, we were talking about this weekend. I got sidetracked by talking about sex.

Don't we all, farmboy.

Yeah, sex is…this amazing, mysterious thing that can lead to all kinds of trouble.

So, yeah, I'm sure jerking off will be part of this weekend. But let's not talk about that. I'm kind of a prude, you know.

Really, farmboy? I believe I've never seen that side of you.

Well, I'm basically really fuckin' shy and I'm more comfortable with keeping things to myself, you know?

Anyway, man, this is going to be a really great weekend. And it's gonna start once my friend with the brownies calls me. I can't fuckin' wait, man.

my perfect day

my perfect day begins
with an open window
and a breeze gliding through it
tickling my skin
it's the fourth of july
I am driving to the country
for a party with my family
and my very best of friends

and you are invited
and I hope that you stay
you know, sparks can be ignited
in my perfect day