more like CRAP-al tunnel

i've got a lightening rod in my wrist.
storm's a-brewin'.
i've got a fanged critter living under my skin.
carpal nesting.
i've got idiopathic median aggravation.
pangs over pains.
but i just got me some medical benefits.
high five!--ow

Sunday Night Song

So sorry dear Sasketchewan

So long, Sovereignty,

signify

with your
left
hand

what you feel

yay
or
nay

they have the plant
but we have the
power?

Give me a break!

Like Christmas, only, erm, oh tuesdays child is freezing.

No!

You DON'T GET ME...

I'm part of The Union, the man explained gently creasing his crimpleen suit
for all to see, at least that is what's expected when he shows his card.

and pays his dues.

Who?

Who's on First, Indeed.

In deed and in death I swear I won't

oh, bugger.

maybe next.

oh.

never.

seldom.

oh never sell them my pretty.

my pity is not so seldom

sung. or wrung.

upon a wimpling wing.

Oh! my Chevalier!

How cavalier you were, with the Caviar.

And Col. Mustard And Lieut.

Lutyens.

And Ypres. Oh! BEEP!

Oh dear Auntie,

your bloopers are golden.

your bloomers are greasy.

So's the tin.

And, here's the thing.......

the thing about Jim Larkin, is.

melody at midnight

harmonize with me.

harmonizing, we.

dual dial tones,

dilly-dallying chords.

dread the dead dawn,

that sad sack o’ sun,

cold and wet and

just around the bend.

when sound swims

and sight vibrates,

when speech gets gummed

on wobbly walkways…

we’ll link arms and

lean into the wind.

harmonizing, we.

harmonize with me.

some front page drivin' news

"what a handsome couple we'd make,"
i said before i kissed his friend
and he hit on my sister.

i'm workin' on my night moves.

your side of the bed is cold.
so i sleep diagonally,
and think on the sunrise.

(night moves)

i saw the sunny sign
swimming in my vision
on my way to the train.

(night moves)

got that deadline
down cul-de-sac time
gone by gone by.

waitin' on them night moves.

bye bye,
birdie baby,
biggie boy

wtf
way off
wrong mongrel
wager
winger
mingus
motown
miller time
mailer time
morrow time
more time
more time
more time

no more time.

it's funny how the night moves.

a toast to tom o'bedlam!

i think tomsy deserves a round of conrats!

a sidemouth kiss

a sidemouth kiss

right where the geoffrey goes

when it’s been said n done

how I should a walked home

I might still be walking

instead of sickly typing

I waited like a sucker for a train

now I’m waiting for a train

a kiss on neither cheek nor lips

I felt your hair blow on my carotid

it whispered things like this is just a joke

in the wind that brought the funny rain

woebegone departed

begone by a woe

how I could have saved on train fare

and put these legs to use

Traditional Irish Ballad #4

whirl yer whiskey 'round like blazes
and a raise a glass
to pass/or prickle
the arms
of a loyal guard wrapped between a star and sickle

round a round a silver tangle tassie

&& remember with consternation another mans wound
to round
the turnpike and trip the coach road
like a lark in the mourning