PerfectionDark chocolate notessweet to the taste, theygo down easymelt in ears-not in your candy coatedmouth.Each one, a flawless creationa piece of us,set freeto rise above the rest, and then brag aboutit's highnever before seen.We've been here for alifetime,lighting the world withmatch-stick fingers and flaming hearts.Memory is useless nowthat time has escaped,swallowedby the raging sea of your eyeswhere everything is lostbut us. We will alwaysburnunder dark chocolate notes.My gift to you,in return for this moment ofperfection.
Ode to CaffeineHow do I love thee?Let me count the cans:1 and 2 to cure the bluesCherry Coke and Mountain DewIt would have been three, you see,but I lost my change to you-faulty, gluttonous machine! (So Sad!)3 and 4, because I'm boredSleep will bother me no moreNow I can watch Newlyweds,and maybe hold back a snoreAwake for weeks, who needs meds? (No Naps!)5 and 6 are just for kicksI'm a fan, not an addict!I doubt that drugs taste as goodAlthough my blood's got a twitch,I wouldn't stop if I could! (Canned Crack!)7, 8, I'm feeling greatThink I'll make caffeine my mateDid taxes for years to come,wrote a book about a plate,then baked, and it's only 1:00! (Big Brag!)9 and 10, I fear the endI may have lost count againHead feels like an anvil hit"Maybe just one more, and then--"Dead now, but it was worth it! (Damn Drag!)
Greenvine of Earth Song Greenvine leaned his weight back against the sturdy trunk of a full grown Capnut tree near the edge of the valley. The tree was old, thick, and spotted with bunches of baby capnuts that might some day grow to the same majesty, if given the chance. This particular Capnut tree was his personal favorite, having earned that prestigious title for its oddly bent branches-- the same quality that made it easy to climb and gave it a unique personality. As common as Capnut trees were known to be, surely there wasn't another one exactly like it in the entirety of Descantia. He'd been on this very branch for near a full hour now, one leg tucked under him, the other dangling off loosely to be pushed and teased by a slight but welcome breeze. In all honesty, there wasn't anywhere else he'd rather spend a beautiful day like this. The soothingly sweet smell of ripening duskberries growing close by rose up from beneath him and the ample foliage of the tre
Don't Drink and FlirtA pounding head.For a long moment, that's all there is. She would love to open her eyes or stretch her arms out, but her eyelids are no match for gravity, and every joint is brittle. She lies motionless, a lean frame covered with a slightly wrinkled blue and gold uniform, as she tries hard to find two sensible thoughts that will fit together in the jigsaw of consciousness.Finally, she groans extendedly, and pulls open violet eyes to survey her surroundings. The room is large, dark, and empty, except for herself, and another motionless figure at her feet, who is using her thigh for a make-shift pillow. He is clothed in toned down greens and browns, and capped with a full head of highly-gelled, gold-colored strands of hair. Her gaze lingers; she has never seen him sleep. But the calm is not long, broken when she moves and gives the golden head a swift kick with a bare foot. He awakens with a jolt and a four letter word in another language."What in the seven hells…"He mutters, and rub
The BeingThere is a manstruggling just to stay alivepaycheck to paycheck from white-washed house, to bright red van, to itsy bitsy cubical,and back again, without a thoughtThere is a beingwatching the very same struggledecade to decade with stars for eyes, a beard of ideas, a milky way tail,and planet toes, with life between It wiggles its toe;the earth quakes. It snaps its fingers;a black hole comes to life. It licks its lips;a war is started. It blinks its eye;time runs the other way.The being watches the man as we watch an ant--with pity and contempt,knowing creature beneath it doesn't comprehend how little it comprehendsOr that this higher being exists.
KarmaI was happily married to a pretty young thingWe fell in love and I gave her my ring'Bout 12 years ago, maybe 20 in allOr could have been 5, I can't quite recallFor the first few years we had heaven on earthThere was nothing that could have matched her worthMore precious than rum in a drunkard's mindA pair of bluer eyes you never will findChorus:Oh, woe is me!You won't believeUnless you seeWith your own eyesBut it's no lieWell, things will change and most people will growWas it meant to be? I sure didn't know!A daily routine that was soon old and rustingA marriage that needed more than a dustingPlease don't blame me, you'd have done the sameHonestly I should have burst with the shameSee, I'm just a man with hands that wander'Twas by chance they found the lady yonder!(Chorus)The lady was fine but the one that was mineShe did not understand a man's designTo pass up the offer would have been sinThough it's the cause of the trouble I'm inNow my wife,