Radio Blaring
Gauge is on empty, wipers on fast
sucking up vapours hoping they last.
Radio blaring, not far to go
rain getting heavy, turning to snow.
Blonde in a sports car, give her a wave
glance in the mirror, must get a shave.
Driving too fast, so what the hell
something is burning, starting to smell.
Truck in the way, crawling real slow
swerve into darkness. Go faster ! GO !
Flash though a speed trap, just didn't see
cop on a bike, shouting at me
gives me ticket, gives me a stare
gives me a warning, don't really care.
Starting to panic, a few miles more
foot starts to ache, pressed to the floor.
Car starts to slow, I start to pray
gas stations closed !! Just not my day.
I See Them In The Shadows
Spiders in my bathroom, spiders in my hair,
spiders on my eyelids, spiders everywhere.
Spiders in this poem crawling through the ink
spiders painted blue and spiders painted pink.
Spiders seem to haunt me everywhere I go
spiders in the raindrops, spiders in the snow.
Spiders are the universe, spiders are the sky
night time just a cloak of spiders crawling by.
Cobwebs hang from Jupiter, cobwebs hang from Mars,
spiders riding horses, spiders driving cars.
Venomous they watch me driving me insane
spiders in my blood, spiders in my brain.
Ferdinand the Snail
Far beneath a walnut tree lives Ferdinand the Snail
a thousand purple eyelids, spaghetti for a tail.
His shell is made of Tuesdays, he's fat and rather shy
he's married to the niece of a worried butterfly.
His voice is made of plastic he hiccups when he sings
between his shoelace fingers he wears Olympic rings.
Ten children walk behind him, he named them one to nine
one of them's not his, it's certainly not mine !
They say he sometimes whispers, some people say he's sad
even worse than that some people say he's mad.
I knelt right down beside him, his voice was nearly gone
I caught it in a matchbox, it said, MY NAME IS JOHN !!!!
