911

Come on, let's get dressed up,
It's time to get messed up,
I'm anxious, need to let out steam.
Don't forget your prophylactics,
Maybe have a midnight fix,
Got some self-esteem to redeem.
I'm working like a madman,
Still, I'm not a sad man.

So much that we need to try,
So many ways to satisfy,
And I'll be damned if we don't do the lot.
It's not the future nor the past,
It's how we make the present last,
Besides, is it me or is it getting really hot?
Don't you think it's time we got to know each other?

Call the police
911
This just can't happen
We're having too much fun

My Name Is Fuzzy

Excited and terrified all at once,
Adrenalin rushes through me.
Intoxicated,
Voices touch,
Hands grab,
We kiss...
Long and hard we kiss...
As if we should stop,
The whole world might suddenly end.
And the doubts...
And the fear...
All the demons run to the corner and hide.
Now there's nothing between us.
Only skin.
Hold me tight
And we meld.
Look at me,
So that we'll see nothing but eachother's eyes,
And from the bottom of your lungs,
Scream my name.

Face

For me a face has no features,
Only eyes to see and a nose to breath,
And of course, a mouth to eat and throw-up all the crap in your system.
My ears have stopped listening,
As a result, they don't exist.
Turning the other cheek might not make you weak,
(Just prepare to get slapped when you do.)
Eyebrows show expression, even sometimes emotion,
Now, those abominations simply can't be on display!
Eyelids are for the wearisome, chins are for socking,
So I did away with those as well.

For me a face has no features,
Only eyes to see that I'm not falling down.
The rest is just life-support.
But I talk too much,
I've got to shut myself off,
So slowly I'll shed my mouth as well,
And I'll be left with two eyes and a nose,
On a blank, featureless surface.

Song For The Fallen

We live our lives in the thought that we are here without a purpose.
As for me,
I feel for those of us who think that way it's true.
Still,
There are some,
A self-chosen few who actually give life to there lives even though the hardship is great.
And the sufferings of The Fallen Ones (who are really the ones to ascend high above)
Are torturous and cruel,
Unknowingly inflicted by the simpletons through jealousy and ignorance.

I sing for The Fallen,
Failure is easy,
Success is what's difficult,
And the more you succeed, the harder it gets.
Still,
One cannot surrender,
For the road of failure no longer leads back to the simpletons,
But simply to a Fallen oblivion.

Buy Me A Book

Just buy me a book, that's all I need.
Cause I can kick back for hours and read.
(But maybe first I should change the sheets
Before running away from my defeats.)
See, I'm no good at poker and I'm worse at chess,
And the more I clean up, the greater the mess.
So even though I might be dyslectic,
It makes life's everyday so much less hectic.
And there's a morale involved,
And problems are solved,
And even the nastiest sinners absolved.
(Of course, they might have to die to gain absolution,
Or they might go insane from lack of delusion.)
But everyone gets what's coming to them and that's the bottom line.
By the time you reach that final page, everything has turned out fine.
And you can go back to life's everyday.
You know, do the dishes, put the laundry away.
Where you work like a slave for just a bit more than nothing,
And there's something that's missing (there's got to be something).
Yeah, just buy me a book, that's all I need.
Cause I can kick back for hours and read.

The Bride To Be

Dated for a minute,
But my heart just wasn't in it,
So I did the disappearing act I'm so proficient in.
She calls me up, she's to be married,
With some Tom or Dick or Harry,
But first she needs to meet me for a final night of sin.

At first, of course, I hesitate,
(Don't wanna eat from another man's plate),
But I forgot how good she is at rhetoric.
So a time and place was set,
For us to lose our etiquette,
But when we meet it hits me like a brick.

Have I lost my sense of pride?
Am I to share another's bride?
Have I turned into all I find disgusting?
Am I just a final fling?
An arbitrary plaything,
You throw away once you've finished lusting?

"You could been the one", she said,
"Take off your clothes, let's go to bed",
But I couldn't go through with what I shouldn't have started.
"Stop looking so stigmatic,
"You always were melodramatic,
"And besides, since when did you become so warmhearted?

"It's something I need off my chest,
"And since it's what we both do best,
"I figure that you owe me because of how you walked away.
"You know, you could have been the one,
"But that was then, what's done is done,
"How else could I have met my fiance'?"

I got up and I started dressing,
Deafened by what she was confessing,
What's wrong is wrong and that's as plain as fact.
"Why am I so unsurprised?
"I'm sure that you feel martyrized,
"You know, backbone was what you always lacked.

"You're as useless as a shriveled dick!
"Get out of here! You make me sick!
"Is this how you repay a compliment?"
I turned away, not looking back,
And did my disappearing act,
Still, I wonder just how the wedding went...

Escape-Ape

"Another day, another dollar",
Still the bills are stacking taller,
And I look for retreat, a way to escape,
Maybe it's best to degrade to an ape...

Nothing to do but hang around trees,
Chill with your friends and scour for fleas,
Eat a banana, I see the appeal,
Of holding your dinner between toe and heel.

No need to play chess, no one to impress,
Your very existence, your sign of success,
Down in the jungle, the joy it would bring,
To reach out, grab a vine and swing.

They might take your picture for nature TV
Or put you in a zoo but that's alright with me,
I think that I'm ready to start shifting shape,
It could be kind of cool if I were an ape.

Divided

Smell it on my breath,
I'm sinking to a greater low,
But I keep it camouflaged,
So nobody will know.

Ask me what I'm doing,
Do you really think I have a clue?
I'm floating through the netherworld,
Just reading the reviews.

I like the occasional riddle,
And I like to play the naughty fiddle,
But I'ld rather take two steps back,
Then get caught up in the middle.

If I'm divided into equal parts,
And one half is completely empty,
And the other half is full of crap,
Am I full of empty shit?

Stupid School

Teach me my lesson but I'll never learn,
Rather sit back and watch the world burn,
I guess it's true, I'm becoming coldhearted,
Not to mention my reason that long since departed,
And I've lost my way, don't know where I'm going,
So I just keep on going, pretend I'm all knowing,
And I've lost whatever war I was fighting,
Surrender seemed so easy, so invited.

Top of my class at stupid school,
Hide behind sarcasm, that's the golden rule,
Turns the village idiot into an intellect,
With cynicism at your side no one will suspect,
They'll say, "Fuzzy, you're so avanguarde,
"'Cause your wit cut like a razor, seems I'm always on guard",
That's 'cause I'm coughing up more bullshit than an entire herd,
Don't believe a thing I say, not a word.

Acquaintance of Long Ago

It was just before dawn that my eyes flew open though consciousness wouldn't come till much later that day.
I laid there, staring past the ceiling, allowing my body to recover from the toxin intake of just a few hours earlier.
It was cold. One of those November frosts but nevertheless I was sweating bullets.
Beside me was a figure that at first I didn't recognize but slowly the pictures started coming back to me.

She was an acquaintance of long ago.
She and I reunited by chance at some public place with many people around us and I believe either she or I was with someone.
She had been drinking a lot (as was I) and she was telling me something that I couldn't hear.
The next scene I remember, we were by the East River looking at Brooklyn across the water and I remember being impressed regardless of the fact that I've seen it countless times before.
I'm sure it was very romantic, the air was crisp and cold but the night was still young.
To warm ourselves we cuddled on a bench and everything seemed perfect as the moon shined in her eyes but the cold air made her nose red and slightly runny.

I had some killer weed at home and she had just bought some cocaine so we went to my apartment to listen to some music.
We shared our drugs, drank my best cognac and had sex till just after morning light.
I remember her laughter came sweet to me as we watched Saturday morning cartoons and my fridge was so empty, even the cobwebs had cobwebs.
We had sex to compensate while Bugs and Daffy argued weather it was duck or rabbit season.
We only stopped to do drugs.
Somewhere along the line the sun went down and we finally ordered in Chinese food: low mien, fried rice, pepper steak and something with a red sauce that I can't remember the name of. What I do remember is that Chinese food and cognac don't really work well together but the company was great and we were having so much fun that I don't think either of us minded, even when the bottle ran dry.

Then there was that last line which we halved.
And the last spliff.
Now there's just me and to be honest, I'll miss that weekend and my acquaintance of long ago.
Even if I can't remember her name.

Sunshine On My Face

I want some sunshine on my face,
And the breeze upon my back,
To rearrange this rented space,
The discipline I lack.
I'm told to watch the evening news,
Observe events around me,
Polish off my dusty shoes,
Consider new friends to surround me.
Maybe get some exercise,
A hair-cut and a shave,
Get my batteries re-energized,
And leave my urban cave.
There's nothing like medication,
When you're feeling a disgrace,
To get that breeze upon your back,
The sunshine in your face.

To Love Is To Love

To love is to love, but how do you show it?
Don't fall for routine or you'll easily blow it.
It's unlike a poem cause it's always in motion,
Though poetry might help express an emotion.
Love should be more like a good pair of jeans,
The more that you wear it, the better it seems,
But your actions, not your words are for sure,
The things that would keep your love in the door.
"I love you, I love you", it's constantly said,
Keep saying, "I love you", till your face has turned red,
But it's only what you're feeling inside,
Love is an abstract like joy or like pride.
It can't be measured but it needs to be shown,
But how can one make ones emotions be known?
If only I knew then we wouldn't be fighting,
If only I knew then I wouldn't be writing.
It's all that I say but it isn't enough,
I guess you're afraid that I'm wording a bluff.
To love is to love, but how do you show it?
By all means, the moment you know, let me know it.

The Guy Behind The Mirror

Conversations with the guy behind the mirror,
Informs me things that I don't want to know,
"Your hair-line is declining.
The glint in your eye's not shining.
"Last time I saw your smile was years ago."

Talking with the guy behind the mirror,
He asks me questions that I'd sooner he not ask.
"Do you like it on your lonesome?
"Is this all that you've become?
"Do you really think I can't see behind that mask?"

The guy behind the mirror likes to tell me how it's gonna be,
Points out all the flaws that bother him about be,
He cuts me up, rips me apart, doesn't believe me when I lie,
Leaves me with no quarter and forces me to try,

I'm talking to the guy behind the mirror,
In the morning when I shave, in the evening when I brush my teeth,
He screams at me without a shout,
And fills my head all up with doubt,
Doesn't see the hero on the outside but the coward underneath.

Why So Shocked?

You know that she's trouble,
Basically cause she told you so.
So why are you so shocked?
Why act as if you didn't know?
She chews people up as a favorite pass-time,
It's her stamp collection, her macrame,
And you knew that from the very start,
It was bound you end this way.
Why so shocked?
So you've been used,
It happens everyday...

Sorting Things Out

This time I'm gonna sort things out,
Gonna stop drinking cola and get my teeth fixed,
This time I'm gonna clean my thoughts of dirty bars and lap dances,
Gonna sort things out,
Take it one by one.

My stomach's full of gasses and my belly's full of junk food,
My teeth are full of cavities and my thoughts are full of shit,
Blasphemies, no more,
Gonna sort things out,
Take it step by step,

Maybe I'll move and go away,
Leave the sorting out for another day,
Responsibility's such a heavy thought,
But when I look there in the mirror,
Or when I'm half blind drunk staring at myself through a puddle in the gutter,
What do I see?
Me...

So I'll stop drinking booze,
Stop chasing whores and crazy whahoo's,
Take my suit to the cleaners and get my tie extra pressed,
Brush my teeth twice a day,
Make sure I use deodorant and shave,
Keep that shadow down to a minimum,
Eat all my vegetables,
Get some sunshine and breathe clean air,

Maybe I'll just disappear,
Leave my things behind and get out of here,
Things will anyway just lead to naught,
Responsibility's such a heavy thought,
But I'm tired of being weak,
And being unreliable,
But I'm tired of being tired too.

You Know What I Want

I don't want to talk for days,

Of how my life is in a haze,

I quit all that and I don't miss,

Those chats with my dear therapist,

I don't want to see your folks,

Your father's poorly written jokes...

You know want I want...

There're better things than sleep at night,

But if you feel the need to fight,

Well get dressed cause we're going out,

Cause I don't want to muck about,

I'ld rather that we fight outside,

Get swept away beneath the tide...

You know how I want...

I need something to get me through the day,

Keep what sanity that's left in me from fading away,

Need to see your teeth through a post-orgasmic smile,

That'll keep me sane for awhile.

Maybe we'll go dancing,

And dance until we sweat,

Then go into the ladies' room,

And get a little wet,

There we'll do it from behind,

Yeah, I got a dirty mind,

But you know what I want...

Dirty Underwear

It gets me hard when I'm in G-string,

And the chord up my ass, it sometimes stings,

But oh baby, it so takes me there,

I want to wear your dirty underwear,

After a long, hard day of heat and sweat,

And you've been turned and so wet,

Not just a little bit damp down there,

I want to wear your dirty underwear,

So what's beneath your jeans?

Is it a pleasant obscene?

Does it have residue, pubic hair?

And in a day or two I'll take them off,

After they're soaking wet from my getting off,

And I'm floating on clouds, now a care,

I want to wear your dirty underwear.

Take It Like A Man

Hurt me with that wicked thing,
You have my leave to try,
I'll take it like a man,
I'll lick your feet,
I'll beg for mercy,
I'll scream.

Whip me,
I've been bad,
Tie me up to the chain post,
I'll bleed on you,
Like a wounded dog,
I'll whimper,
And cower away.

Curse me,
And come on my face,
I'll take it like a man,
I swear.

I have a little secret for you,
It's been over a year since I got some,
I have a dirty mind,
(The waitress at the cafe' said so)

Once Our Gallant Hero

The princess is in the dragon's cave,
And the knight has gone drinking,
He turned in a formal resignation,
As his armor fades away,
It turns to thick skin,

"Faerie-tales are make-believe", said once our gallant hero,
He doesn't seem to be moved anymore,
"That princess was some rich man's girl,
"And the dragon part of our collective imagination.
"It feels good to be back in reality", he said,
"Pour me another,
"I can't believe I've wasted all my youth on romantic notions,
"It's time to get a job and think of a career,
"There's no money in dragon slaying, I fear,
"The only thing that's real to me is this glass of beer,
"And time ticking away."

The princess walked into the bar in the arms of once his rival,
"Say, are those snake-skin boots?", the barkeep asked,
She answered with a glowing smile,
But the knight now coward from his better,
Every man knows when he's been beat,
Quickly he finishes his drink,
And like his armor, fades away.

Salvation

Come on in,
Feel free to take a seat,
I've been meaning to bring you here,
From the moment we did meet.
Put on some music,
Something nice but not too loud,
After all,
We wouldn't want to generate a crowd.
Be my salvation,
I'll be your sugar-daddy,
You need a pay-roll,
I need to feel whole.
I've been behind bars,
Been locked away with ball and chain,
Been inside-out and upside-down,
I'll never be the same.
Let's hang out for an hour,
Better yet, make it six...
My very life is in the mix,
Maybe for tonight,It could fix...
Be my salvation,
Be Mother Marry in my bed,
Nail me to The Cross,
Make sure that I'm well bled.
You're a beautiful woman,
Simply stunning,
Magnificent to behold.
More than talented too,
I can see in you,
So do what you do,
I need you to...
Be my salvation,
So much more for me give,
You seem to have the kiss of life,
So breathe me life and let me live.
Be my salvation tonight.

Rent Some Company

Heaven's in the other room,
Feed me with your silver spoon,
Make me howl at the moon,
I'm so lonely,
I'm so lonely,
Dance for me across the yard,
Sing for me my rustic bard,
Charge it to my credit card,
Rent some company,

I know that you don't love me,
But whenever you're above me,
The way you cry out makes me think it's almost love this time.
And I leave you with a handsome tip,
For filling up this endless pit,
So that I'm feeling better fit,
To help myself unwind.

Here's my little point of view,
Doesn't matter what you do,
As long as you still remain true,
But I'm so lonely,
I'm so lonely,
And catfish have a better chance,
Of working up a new romance,
So I do the song and dance,
Rent some company,

Poetry and Romance

Poetry and romance,
Without surrendering to your pants,
A miracle in these modern times.
The people that surround me seem,
From jealousy are turning green,
But look closer now, a lonely man you'll find.

I'm dreaming all day long,
It's not productive, I know it's wrong,
Yet still it's done around the clock, weather I sleep or wake.
Catching bullets with my hands,
Telepathy in short-wave bands,
Stomp my foot, the very earth will quake.

Back to romance and poetry,
It's too abstract for me to see,
Or obscured behind the mist of daily being.
Everyone's just out for sex,
And up for grabs, one or the next,
Your dick's engorged but still your heart is seething.

Here's my eulogy for romance,
Took it's bows, it's final dance,
And poetry ran out the window and crashed down on the street.
So bring some flowers, dress in black,
But don't expect them to come back,
And shedding tears are all in vane,
Besides, we're too doped up for pain,
Think I'll go get sodomized after I drink my beer...