She had a fingernail stuck in the bow in her hair.
She had a number on her back and she was sitting there,
paying all attention to the numbers up in front.
Laying all her cards upon the table and she’s done.
It’s hard to tell the story at the time and place we’re in.
They thought they all would watch and listen
to the numbers,
even dumber than they were before.
They could be four, but really everyone wants
to be one.
And so did she.
But she was chewing on her pencil and gazing into space,
biting on her fingernails and rubbing on her face.
She can’t help but doodle numbers;
she can’t help but find a place,
a better place.
Any place.
All places are better than this place
if you’re in that state of head.
If you’re home alone in bed instead,
Or, like she said,
She scratched herself! It’s crazy like,
that never happens.

I am as I am

(a very crappy palindrome)

I am as I am,
as everything is.
Anything is everything,
and everything is “I”–
as am I,
as are you;
all in one,
and one in all!
You are as I am,
as “I” is everything,
and everything is anything;
is everything.
As am I…
As am I.


(flipping directions for your amusement)

Who in their left mind
would have right it at the station?
I told him to left it up,
or it would be right behind forever.
But we were right without it,
and when all our time was down,
We drank ’til there was nothing right.
He right and said he’d come left back
to go up on me,
but he never showed down.
Who in their left mind
would have right me left where I was?
I knew that I was always left,
like I knew that he was wrong.
Well I guess he’s down in heaven
‘less he crawled up to hell.
We never tracked each other up,
and I doubt we ever will.