My Way

Pleiadian days, like Arabian Nights

I'm alien, sailing in, so out of sight

Within Purple Haze, the Overlook maze

Bewitching and boarding my bumblebee flight

I'm Ruffles not Lay's, a + on that A

Like Cadbury Eggs with the caramel inside

In Monterey Bay, at home with the ray

Egyptian and listening to Valkyries ride

So come out and play, don't get in my way

I'll finish it, end it bitch, TKO fight

Mayday

A Thousand Clowns along my way

I've not a thing to do today

But smile, as Pauly Si would say

And send my love in seismic waves

I misconstrue and misbehave

Then fix mistakes and operate

Let's meet inside the park to play

To walk the dogs and roll in hay

Eat finger foods and fornicate

(Or maybe back at home, okay)

We'll kick it, picnic, play reggae 

With me, you've got the month of May

Sponge Bath

Sponge bath, bubbles, ass

Long hair up in shower caps

Neptune nurse with lily pads

Rubber duckies on your abs

Tugboat flying flags full mast

Feelin fine and super fab

Diving deep and swimming laps

Eating me and Krusty Krab

Getting clean and coming fast

Stringing beads and singing bass

You're the one for me, it's fact

Dead Sea

My bath transforms to stormy seas

Beneath the bridge, Marin County

I walk it with the ghost of me

The one undone by everything 

She never knew and couldn't see

Beyond her brain's capacity 

For limiting and bad beliefs

The ones she sponged from others' speech

Their actions and their dirty deeds

She left her story incomplete 

Had given in to demon seeds

And those who prey upon the weak

Extinguish light with lies, deceit

I let her go, she isn't here

I cross and she has disappeared

By staring straight into my fear

I saw my source back in my mirror

Sit Still

Will you sit still with me

One moment, baby, please

Recline, relax, release

I mean no harm, believe 

No breach of boundaries

You're ever always free 

Of course I'd like the D

But more importantly 

I want for you to see

Your light and your beauty

In case you can't conceive 

I'll Show You, just like Biebs

You win, Monopoly

Doing Donuts

I'm doing donuts

Round dullards in ruts

Like Slim with no fucks

I'm wild, and what?

They think that I'm nuts

I say it must suck

To stay down and stuck

And so I must cut

Peace out and good luck

Shitlist

My shitlist's in pencil, so never intact

Erase and Rewind and then add and subtract 

You'll be there on Monday, but then I'll redact

It's Friday and I'm Robert Smith on your ass

I'm moody on Tuesday with my Heart of Glass

But willing on Wednesday, it's all in the past 

On Thursday it's over, I'll never go back

And Saturday night is for fighting, attack!

So sorry, not sorry, it's just how I act

I'm Building a Mystery, ask Robert Stack