poetry

 

The following poems I have written over the years. I mainly intended them to be song lyrics.

This isn't your mama's poetry, man.

charlie

Charlie's walkin' the streets at three a.m.
Thinking somebody is following him
Conspiring voices only he can hear
Charlie's being stalked by his own fear

Our poor little Jenny she can't be sane
Standing in the field in the pouring rain
Her torn flower dress is soaking wet
As she waits for a sign from a passing jet

John's crying so hard he can barely drive
All the pain inside is eating him alive
He built his life out of careful lies
Now its crumbling right before his eyes

I am losing what's left of my mind
It was really just a matter of time
I don't mind... that's where I want to be
No longer a puppet of my personality

Charlie walks the streets--it's three a.m.
He knows something is very wrong with him

- Buck

graveyard awakening

It's a graveyard awakening
Our skulls still ringing
This battered room hinting
At the far away events of last evening

Last night, we embraced our phantasms
Deliberate injections of illusions
Together we fought off realism
And basked in the glory of our shared delusion

Did we die? Or do we just wish we had?

We'll struggle through this day, meeting it's demands
The death toll fading slowing like hour glass sand

Tonight, we'll gather again to chant the evening song
And pass around sweet poison until the dying hours of dawn

- Buck

do anything

You're looking at me now, baby
Not what you wanna see now, baby
That don't matter to me now, baby
I'm just happy to be me, baby

I'll set 'em up if you want now, baby
I'll knock 'em down if you want now, baby
I'll lead the hunt if you want now, baby
I'll do it all if you want, baby

You have an itch I'll scratch it, baby
You have a hole and I'll patch it, baby
You have a gate I'll latch it, baby
You have love and I'll match it, baby

You're giving me that cold stare, baby
Well this is getting us nowhere, baby
It's time you came up for air now, baby
Let me show you I care now, baby

- Buck

not enough birds

I look to the left. I look to the right.
I see too many people who believe they're right.
I don't look down on them I look up high...
I see there's not enough birds in the sky.

There's too many flaws in our government's system.
There's too many convicts living in our prisons.
There's too much pollution, too many die.
There's not enough birds in the sky.

There's too many highways and too many cars.
There's too many losers livin' in the bars.
There's too much confusion, it makes me cry.
There's not enough birds in the sky.

There's too many problems to worry about.
People will chew you up and spit you out.
There's far too many tears in my eyes.
There's not enough birds in the sky.

- Buck

bored room

I'm bored to the very core
Lying here on this filthy floor
I've climbed every wall in this room
God, I've gotta find something soon

Can you help me at all?
Can you fill the void in my soul,
with something tangible?
Can you help me at all?

My God, I am so bored
Dullness scratches at the door
I'd gladly put a bullet into my skull
Just to shatter this dreadful lull

- Buck

three hundred dollar a day

There's no stoppin' that woman when she starts her bitchin'
Says I need some rehabilitation for my growing drug addiction
"I'm living in a dirty kitchen,
And you're living in a world of science fiction."
There's no stoppin' that woman when she starts her bitchin'

I got a three hundred dollar a day drug addiction
The clinic tries to switch me to medication
What I really need is just some relaxation
I got a three hundred dollar a day drug addiction

Now because of years of massive smoke inhalation
My doctor tells me I need an expensive lung operation
All the while I can't stop twitchin'
And the little lady keeps on bitchin'
Hell, I need to score just to handle the situation

- Buck

holly babel

Holly pops her popcorn cranium into her non-business
Pop pop popular she ain't
No pop subculture on the planet will enlist her
Holly, get back into your weasel box before I pop you one

Holly sticks her fat nose in where it just don't fit
As smart as a stick figure
But the bushmen tell me that we are stuck with her
Holly, crawl back under your rock before I stick you one

Holly Babel steals her opinions from the next person in line
Holly Babel's perched in limbo ready to pounce at any time
Holly Babel could you explain the meaning of your life
Holly Babel hold out your tongue and meet my pocket knife

Holly's knocking at the door to my concentration
Knock, knock, who cares?
Silence is my castle, girl, no solicitors allowed
Holly, get off my mental porch before I knock you out

- Buck

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Date: 12.04.2008

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