Touch my soul, my beard, for appearances only.
I must look 100 years old.
We were kids when everything was
orange and red- the sunspots
creep inside my head.
Sad places that experience yields.

Paranoid of these fleeting moments
Panic at the coasters peak
Subside into a ride that’s free.
Let go of the safety bar,
Youth mired in responsibility.

Just the way I left you here.


Backfire Effect

I am writing lyrics (but not singing, thankfully!!) for the heavy rock band I joined. Hopefully some will get used. If not, I wrote it for me then. Here’s one of several:

You look like death
Cause you’re one of them
Walking dead, or just left…
behind the other drones
They all look the same
Following the wreck…
to wherever the plane drops from the sky
Callous spiders stream the web-
sort out who conspire

Verse 2:
You’ve been given a mind
…stop f**king it up
Nothing makes sense
But everything has it’s place
And this place is a wreck
Where you come unwound
All along… that was the plan

Stand up or you’ll die laying waste
Go on with this burden, shallow hearts
And bitter taste

2nd x– End Chorus:
What was that you said?
You said you’ll be fine?
Just eat what your fed
And get out alive

Fire at will, it’s all you’ve got;
you can’t help yourself.
Give it your best shot,
make sure it hurts.
Waste everything in sight.

Third verse:
You look like death
Cause you’re one of them
Walking dead, or just left…
behind the other clones
They all look the same
Following their path- the path of the lame
to where the world falls off

Last stop, no reprise
Futures have gone to die

They hold you in contempt
You kept the trigger finger loose
No it’s your turn, no regrets
It’s just the way they wanted you

***the internet is a cool place, until you realize how uncool we’ve made it

Song #15

Here’s a rough scratch of a song with verse and chorus tentatively called What’s Left (of me):

Maybe you had it right all along, no freedom without sacrifice.
Life with blinders on- everything you were told; bought or sold.

See it for what it is, a complete void, used cartridges spent on the bathroom floor.
You had me by the head, heart bore into the apocalypse & you owe me this. Under closed eyelids

So here. Here’s what’s left of me.