Thoughts for this Fall.....

Sparkles fall from the sky
With a promise to blanket the world
In a quilt of White
In the dark of the night

Trees shiver in the cold
But I'm alive in the snow
Even if its frosted my nose
And my cheeks have turned red

Along with the wind
The world has chilled
then the night breaks through
The stars so clear

Amazed at the beauty
I'll sit a little longer
And admire all I take for granted
Every day that I live

- Carrot

In the snow
And dying
A car wreck
A car buried
No one will find me
I can't get out
I will freeze to death
I have candy
I ate the candy
How long have I been here
Way too long
God it's cold
I don't have on enough clothes
I can't feel my toes
My radio works
I listen to talk radio
It seems like I'm not alone
But I am
And I'm going to die
It's a Saturday night
It's close to three in the morning
It's Sunday
The Lord's day
Hey God are you there?
Why God?
Why am I here?
I must have done something wrong
Or something right?
I'm confused
I can hardly think
I can't open my door
My arm is broken
And my legs
I can't feel my legs
God I'm tired
Maybe I'll take a nap
Then I'll wake with the answer
That's it
Clear my head
So I can figure this out
Just a short nap
Just a







[edit on 7-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]

Yikes!

That's all I got to say.

To an old Love


One fall I took
Rusty back to Metairie
in her pink Jeep
She iorned her
Hair like Mary Travers.
Rusty blond beauty with
Strong legs

Down in the Quarter
we sat on the curb
and drank Jax
and Ma Rainey told us
about "Slow Love"
Preservation Hall
I hope Katrina
spared you.

I cried all the
way back to
Lincoln County
and I never saw
you again.
I sing about you
all the time
"Rusty Blues"

And others
cry about my
sad song.
I showed your
photograph to
my wives and
we Marvel at
your beauty.



[edit on 8-11-2008 by whaaa]

I like underpants

Women's of course
There are so many kinds
Boy shorts and thongs
Tap pants and more

Thongs sticking out of
A young girl's pants
Can put an old man
Into a trance

Some are frilly
And some are silly
Some are big
And some are small

Don't like those big hipsters
Those old lady knickers
The wife has some of them
I throw them away

Victoria's Secret
With the tables of panties
Makes me want to climb on
And roll around in them

Women's underpants
It's great to get a peak
I'm not a pervert
Or a freak

I'm a man
It's the testosterini
It's not my fault
Panties are so sweet

So many colors
Not enough time
Love panties
On a woman's behind

I like panties
I wear them on my head








[edit on 9-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]

To Another Lover I Loved a Long Time Ago

When ever I
hear AC/DC sing
"Whole Lotta Rosie"
My thoughts
turn to your little
Place down on Morningside.
And You.
I was a hippie
and you was a banker
and I deposited my
soul and heart in you.
Twenty years later
I still receive Intrest
in Memories.

[edit on 10-11-2008 by whaaa]

I am alone
I am in Love
I cling to Love
as if it were and answer.
I need to be honest
I make good word jazz
Look at my lines,
Like Keith Haring or Calder
making mantras
with plucked strings.
I will be the witness.
I will sleep in the ruins.

A memory I can't find, its lost
In all these folders, unmarked
I want to find it, no matter the cost
I need to find it, its important

Who was he, and who was I?
I can't remember. I don't know.
Where were we, and why
Did we ever choose to go?

From the place we were
To the place that we are
I just don't know, I'm so unsure
I only know where we are now

And where we are, is Here
And Here, can never be There
And if we were There, once before
Then how in the hell did we get here?

I don't know, I can't remember.
How did it ever get this way?

- Carrot

Unfound memories
That's the story of my life
I remembered something once
But forgot what it was

I have brain damage
Body and soul damage
Sometimes I want to rampage
To be rid of my rage

Other times I stay in my cage and die
Real slow a day at a time
I fight with the bottle
But I always do it drunk

The bottle always wins
Yet the fight goes on
The body goes on
Life drags on and on

When will my liver give out
When will I hit a tree
My soul is dead
I should cut off the head

I had a love when I was twenty
My first love and lover
Then my father died
I died and killed that love forever

Dad died quickly
My love died slowly
It took six years to die
But I murdered it well

The end was like hell
With her despising me
Not understanding my pain
Not understanding my grief

I'll admit it hurt
It hurt for a long time
Today I understand
It never would have worked

Even if Dad hadn't died
The love still would have
It couldn't survive pain
It wasn't that strong

Mud heads come
out of the Kiva.
Stone men go to
ground and Rain,
thunder beat on
galvanized sheets
of tin.

We dance with Indian
girls in a bar and drink
Coca-cola with Cap'n Morgan.
When men see Ho-san
they say she's crazy
and not much to
look at dressed in
Levi's and a Tshirt
that says Jew Tail in
Old English script.

I don't know where
she is now but our
gentle meeting in
the mountians &
the vision of her body,
kept me high for weeks.

It's cold tonite in the
valley of the Rio Grande
The cottonwoods are
losing thier leaves in
the seasons first storm.
Thanksgiving tomorrow
and I'm not alone.

I'll put fresh strings
on the Martin and sing
her a song. Maybe she
will smile and bless me
with her touch.

[edit on 27-11-2008 by whaaa]