The Hole Theory

there’s a hole in my pocket, all my money is gone 
there’s a hole in the fence and the dog has moved on
there’s a hole in the screen and there are flies out today
there’s a hole in the roof and there’s rain on the way
there’s a hole in the sky and the ozone is leaving
there’s a hole in the ocean, the dolphins are grieving 
there’s a hole in the boat and we’re all sinking fast 
there’s a hole in the tank and we’re losing the gas 
there’s a hole in the ground and the miners are trapped 
there’s a hole in the shuttle and it ain’t coming back 
there’s a hole in my conscience, I’m losing my mind
there’s a hole in the hourglass, we’ve run out of time 
there’s a hole in my theory, I guess I can’t win 
there’s a hole in the universe, we’re getting sucked in

DNR

twisted thoughts rage through my head 
mind’s still living, body’s dead
bones are aching to the core
marrow feels like iron ore
legs lay heavy on the bed 
weakened muscles turned to lead 
breathing shallow, lungs are hollow 
I just drool but can not swallow 
loved ones stare into my eyes 
trying to tell if I’m alive
hoping they respect my plans 
my fate’s in someone else’s hands 
no way to express the pain 
morphine dripping in my vein 
in this vessel turned to stone 
silently, I die alone

Mutual Understanding

I never notice her emerald eyes
that sparkle like the sun on the sea
I never notice how she laughs like a child
and she never notices me

I never hang on her every word
when she’s got something she wants to say
I never notice when she enters the room
or count the seconds when she’s away

I never notice her beautiful voice 
or notice if a note is off key
I never notice the songs that she sings
and she never notices me

I never notice the smell of her hair
when she goes walking by
I never notice when she talks on the phone
or hangs up with a tear in her eye

I never notice the way that she walks
when she’s got somewhere she has to be
I never notice her beautiful smile
and she never notices me

Bending Spoons

I often use my mind control 
to slowly make a pencil roll 
and when I really concentrate 
I can break a dinner plate 
sometimes I spend my afternoons 
just sitting here bending spoons 
or sometimes I will use my mind 
to make a ball of string unwind
but I have no power over you 
can’t control the things you do 
if I could I think you might 
be staying here with me tonight

On The Bus

Though not my fault
I take full blame
while sound asleep
I called your name

What in my dreams
had been concealed
now all at once
has been revealed

An unconscious tongue
betrayed my trust
as I nodded off
while on the bus

Now all on board
must know it’s true
when I’m asleep
I dream of you

Innocent Soul

innocent soul 
blameless being 
just months old 
what are you seeing?
what do you hear? 
what can you do? 
all of their fear
will rest upon you 
all of their worry 
all of their strife 
will become your story 
will become your life 
all of their sorrow 
all of their guilt 
will be the tomorrow 
on which your life is built
forgive imperfection 
forget the mistakes
it’s time for reflection 
whatever it takes 
life rearranges 
put on the brakes
contemplate changes
consider the stakes 
no time to argue 
no time to contest
sometimes it’s hard 
to do what is best

Babble On

hidden deep in the forest
past damp, dark green ferns 
a seat poses as a moss covered log
I sit 
far enough away from people, 
traffic or sounds of civilization 
to soothe my nerves 
and allow me to quietly reflect
with only the babble of the brook 
as a peaceful background noise. 
That is until the brook started to babble on 
about what I was doing sitting there. 
And didn’t I have things I should be doing?
Where were you last night? 
Who was the girl? 
Why aren’t you at work? 
Have you been drinking?
Where are your shoes?