Seek ye sounds and hear the collective bugle calls!
O’ osprey n’ lumbering locomotive bawls
Hear its honking trombone plunger muted feature
Garbled warble like the voice of Charlie Brown’s teacher
Category Archives: Automobile fetishism
It’s Not All Doom And Gloom
Cops push out addicts
Living under bridges
Then talk them down
From jumping off them
Suicide rates are jumping
But it’s not all bad news
At least the stock market
Reached another high
The Insane
I saw Jesus singing today
His salvation shivering
In the cold and the chill
His tent propped across
A rusty, red shopping cart
I feel his fixed, coiled eyes
Like a hypnotizing cobra
Daring me to look his way
Paper Tigers
I keep my paper tigers close to me
Anxiously pacing, dogged and untamed
Like the very last satyr in the world of man
Crumpled wads, all bark and neutered maws
Gilded divertissements that tiptoe around
My real demons and the elephant in my room
Like my fear of getting chained to comfortable
When all I dream about is running as fast as I can
Runaway Trains
There’s this divide
Thirty seconds wide
Trillions of commercials long
Most everyone I have ever met
Want to save the planet
While filling up with gas
Or vote to save the environment
But refuse to leave their cars
The Tigress Awakens 