calling only you
the half that completes my whole
the blood of my life

I will call your name
in the innermost sanctum
of my wounded heart

cynical wu talk
vomit murder suicide
no place for babies

stress of temp workers
a record broken, useless
and to feel trapped...

how can I resist
borgs and bots and lollipops
make me feel so fine

finals here again
time to study my ass off
only to get C's

Oh, round bleen, joined at the spleen,
what ass' jaw created ebola?
Fifty versons, forty acre pants,
Bring it on, bitch-ola

I heard the news today
oh, boy, computer chips implanted, Doritos
from hell itself

we are all borg now

heart of a poet
bronchioles of a rasta
grin of a cheshire

.......Lolita sounds like...ash?
hmmm... something is quite amiss
...........a gender crisis?

...........(butt off, mox!)

....strangers in the night
glancing at skyline pigeons
......over moonlit sky

communal scapegoat
internet pornography
remind us of love

some sort of magic
we never met lolita
but it sounds like me

I think I'm in love
he has heart of a poet
mind of a scholar

garfield makes me
want to vomet all over
the place so i do

jealous cowards want contrlol

your miserable
i understand your problem
your guts all spill out

spiderman is lame
scooby-doo is much beter
acchuly bothsuck

punk rock is the bomb
not hip hop or stupid pop
boy bands kiss my ass

i crave this feeling
to see disgust in your eyes
always wanting more

urban roadrunners
such a silly looking breed
jog along for hours

forget the pigeons
mass ave is for roadrunners
(when it's late outside)

Massachusetts Ave.
hear a WHACK - look up to see
pigeon suicide

With life comes painful
conclusions, that it's not snap
but, it works on out

use the subjunctive
when waxing suicidal:
i wish i were dead

i'm no animal
i'm tired of your abuse
i wish i was dead

market street downtown
san francisco, sunny day
pigeons eat vomit

bird works for a lot
'specially in traffic jams
universal sign

this is distraction
in the end, will you sell your
souls for Survivor?

It's often hard to
let go of the past until
it is time for it

the young need a thing
to batter to make themselves
feel better, we all do

hey, Mitsukai
have they repaired Turtle Bay?
North Shores old hotel

two wongs ate some wings
peanut sauce ginger and soy
pigeons can be fine

when australia
rhymes with genitalia
grandma has a cock

pigeons flying rats,
their cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom

pigeons flying rats,
there cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom

mukis and vomit
these things all fall in to it
what a piece of crap

good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick

good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick

mox is as mox does
and since i've never spoofed mox
one wrong makes no right

two wings made a wong.
number that is, Then three?
a bird and a half?

two wrongs make a right
and three wrongs make everything
right enough to be wrong

my little brother
really...a pain in the ass
I love to beat him

My little sister
Has a flare for dramatic
Likes to sound beaten.

Staring at the clock,
Bored silly, need to stay up -
It is caffiene time!

but I must admit
that Boston gal (yes, it's true)
s'in a royal funk

just another name
(love those nom de plumes, I do)
not pregnant at all

my fingers are fat
so chubby I can't type right
water retention

Ican't see my legs
my belly is simply huge
two more months to go

It's up to my waist
and through its soupy mist
I can't see my legs