Rambling Woman BluesAll my biscuits are broken,
and I'm eating the crumbs.
Sometimes you just take it
any way that it comes.
Oh, my baby is rambling,
and I can't track her down.
It's three weeks tomorrow
since she rolled out of town.
And I know she's a good girl
and she won't do me wrong,
but the days are so empty
and the nights are too long.
I ate all the oysters
and I'm down to the shells.
You know we all do things
that none of us tells.
And my best friends are tired
of me singing the blues -
well, if I told the truth, friends,
I'd say I'm tired too.
But I need a companion
when I get so lowdown.
When my friends say, "Good night, Slim,"
the blues stick around.
When my baby gets back here,
I will send them away.
I'll say, "Thanks for your time, blues,
I don't need you today."
Every cat has its whiskers,
every dog has its day.
When your baby is rambling,
got to see it that way.
isolationbefore your naked eyesisolation4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
she tells you
as she undresses
and you listen
her sincere gaze
her direct ways
a subtle uneasy dismay
a fear, an incredulity
her piercing blueness
you can't relate
its not your fault
you cant conceive
beyond your safe normality
how indellible are these hallucinations
the soothing smoothness of her skin
or how deeply this depression grips
the warm enticement of her lips
or how hopelessly enslaved is this
a promised reminisce of bliss
or how remorselessly these administrations,
her honest fingers willing tender caress,
steal her soul, her mind, her true intentions
or how self corrupt feels this psychosis
how her scarred thighs crave gentleness
or how defeated describes these revolving admissions
her imperfections worn like chains of innocence
or how these ups and downs are hit and miss
her simple heart fragile with openness
or how out of her control this really is
an entreaty of her submissiveness
or how she cries herself to sleep at night
in your so
BreakingWhen you are one of those people who just presses and pressesBreaking3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
seeing if something that's slightly bendy can bend just a little bit further...
you're in for a lot of trouble.
You see, some things do not appreciate you pressing on their not so bendy bodies
and prefer if you didn't.
Since they might give in slightly
you might press just a little more
selfishly seeing if you can press until they might break
But they do break.
That bending and pressing and testing could be your downfall.
It stresses and angers that non bendy thing, and eventually...
then you are left with a broken and angered thing...
and it's all your fault.
CremationCremation4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
drowning in a sea of oxygen rich blue flames
gasping in agony as flesh melts down to bony frames
pop and sizzle
eyes burst in sockets like grapes under pressure, splat
and lips split reveling the hideous grin of a Cheshire cat
burnt and blistered
muscles pull arms and legs in tight like a babe in the womb
futile protection from this tunnel of nuclear doom
nerves still singing
singed unable to cry from eyes turned to ashes so dry
lips still grinning screaming why while you fry