The Land of Fog

Finding it hard to see

Like a man with one good eye

If it hadn’t been for that patch of blue…

She might never know the truth

On a journey through the haze

Looking into yesterday 

If it hadn’t been for that patch of blue…

She might never know the truth

Do you really want the truth?

Won’t like what you find

When you sweep that floor

Do you really want the truth? 

Better if you wash it down

And let the fog roll in

Almost 

She spoke so softly 

That no one could hear

She did not care

There was a package 

waiting on her porch

It was ticking…

She’s gonna clean up

Spray herself down

No panic here

Nobody crazy here

It was almost normal 

I Like Celery

I LOVE CELERY

Put on Some Pants

What costume will you wear?

To the summer of my winter?

I’m guessing flowing robes

But for god’s sake, put on pants

Waiting For the Walls to Talk 

The walls are white

Just like I want them

They say nothing 

They say everything

I’m waiting for the walls to talk 

Peeled 

Like change 

Dropping 

In a vending machine

At a gas station

Pointed the wrong way

Wrong way

Easy to be wrong

When you get peeled 

Peeled like an onion