Plastic Pony
I say, Let me on that plastic pony! Stop the carosel! But it just keeps on spinning. I say, Let me get used to something, get to know it well. But it all just keeps on beginning. I can’t sit…
Nathan Moore
Phoebe Poem
Sittin in the shades of green in chickadee trills and the air is wet. I pet my dog and he knows what I mean, this is as good as I get. The radio announces explosions one by one, the bees…
Percy Boyd
Percy squished infinity to two links of chain. Slept under cardboard in a cold rain. The signs were two arrows and two over ten. If you don’t know what that means we may never see you again. A hobo named…
Nothin’ Like Lovin’
Taking it light is the only way to go. Taking it easy is better than some of the things I’ve known. I tried living the hard times underneath the wicked moonshine. For a while I was so blind, but now…
Next Train To Heaven
All aboard, I swore I heard, I swear I went to serve the lord — got lost wound up where I was before — I heard them say, All aboard — now I’m ready again, when’s the next train to…
Next Time You’re Driftin’ My Way
Next time you’re driftin my way, land on me like a butterfly. Dig your toes into my sand. So many times the days go by and night falls into my empty hands. Next time you catch my eye, touch me…
Never Let Your Lover Down
Never let your lover down and you’re wise beyond your years. Knowing that a love with wings flies beyond your tears. And noone buys a love with wings, not even the king of the underground. They just come in timw…
My Death Comes a Callin’
My death comes a callin’. She’ll be my bride. The prettiest one I’ve seen in my lifetime. From the sky she’ll come a fallin’. She’ll be wearing white. She’s gonna be all mine. My death comes a callin’. My head’s…
Money Money Money
I can write one hell of a sad song but I can’t get paid to sing it. It’s gotta be diquised like a suicide and have a beat that’s really swingin’. They say, Don’t say so much and could you…
Mr. Clean
Mr. Clean, on his high horse, trots into town a little before noon. Two empty guns flapping on his hips. A hush falls over the saloon. The bear trapper puts his hands in his pockets. The poet throws darts at…