Collected Animals

Child
of limousines
What’s the best place
That you have seen
all of the hands
That you have shook
Home of the queen of everything fancy
Is there a smell
That you can tell
gives you some peace
sends you to hell
all of the beds
That you have yearned
Is there a dream to
where you’d return
Where is the plight
With the most stars
Where do you drink
By Echo guitars
What’s the best shore
Seen from a boat
Miniature heads that
color the shore line
If you could rest
A minute to tell
Get me some grass
Iridescent shells
I know there’s a nest
Fit with a hatch
Sunset a glowin’
Makes us all sweaty

I don’t even know where to begin
or how I should start these days.
The green mountain south or
The Clay of the westerns

The Maryland meadows at midnight they do have a misty grace
Take a trip to blue bayou
Find Roy Orbison cryin’

A continent molded from glass
or maybe a town I can taste. Dresses that glow on
girls from Barcelona

I wanna discover the key
And open the everywhere place
A mix of sky from Montana
dipped in FloriDada

FloriDada

Old
demented men
Where is the place
We can extend
Crooked state lines
Polka dot signs
Say that this place is
a state of mind
Pretty lip girls
Paint me the halls
Not on a street
Not near a mall
Raise me a thumb
From human skin
That isn’t judged by
where it begins
Show me the clams
Show me the pearls
Mail me a note
Sent from a world
That isn’t so far
And always right here
Where all the boundaries
Have disappeared
And all the nights
Are stitched with a glue
That’s sticking to me
And I’ll stick to you
I’ll take your hands
You’ll take my face
And everywhere home will
be a good place

I found myself there a collagin’
With all of the human race
A dancer from Ghana
smiling in Tijuana
I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada
and corn on the plates
A smear of gardenia
in the fair hair of sweden
And maybe I actually visited
some sort of mythical place
Or was it a future
connected by sutures
Oh let’s go get lost in the image
I made of the everywhere place
I see the lads from Osaka
dyed in FloriDada

FloriDada

Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home the bridge that someone’s fighting over a bridge that someone’s paying for a bridge so old just let it go

so many ways
to wade beyond
the lines that border us
come on
don’t take a shot
or smoke to trigger
just a little bit
come on

can’t be a crime
to meddle
can’t be wrong to push the pedal
queasy in grime
no fellow
standing bones don’t up the level

so many times
the prints don’t match
the brush that painted it
come on
don’t take a forge
or fake to dazzle
as a conjurer
come on

behind the drape
an agent
behind aims a grave arrangement
stuck in the slime
no paddle
guarded lives don’t tend to dabble

legalize this principle
jump into a spot not visible
bring it closer to the middle
what’s so right with control
what’s left but
wander from the cynical
take a look at views atypical
with an answer to the riddle
as a tightening grip
just when it starts to let go

so many ways
can’t be a crime
behind the drape

wander from the cynical
take a look at views atypical
with an answer to the riddle
as a tightening grip
just when it
starts to let go
jump into a spot not visible
bring it closer to the middle
what’s so right with control
a slipping grip is let go

Mountains in Kauai
Make me feel so lowly
Cower at their power
Vertical I like
Dizzy under buildings
Bending like their willing
Is it what I’m seeing
Vertical is fright
Hard to gain perspective
Often it’s perplexing
Reaching for a record
Vertical is sight
Hanging on a pylon
Dropping from a million
Jumping hill to hill on
Vertical is height


People live above you
Postured like a totem
Runnin’ up some stairs oh
Vertical is might
Stalling on a nose and
Places to propose in
Seeing everything from
Vertical is light
Diamonds of the sky on
Black and endless background
Reaching out to grab them
Vertical at night
My imagination
Reaches to forever
Like an endless tower
Vertical I write


So high and still it sends a feeling through me
(Oh up above me falling over)
Suddenly not vertical

Breathe in the air the goes through a system that is
(down below me working steady)
Weary when it’s vertical
A tree we are with limbs extending to the sun
(Single holly
Finches calling)
very lovely vertical

Come find me floating up if you should find me gone
(Nice and
Breezy
Spirits easy)

Did you hear a child say?

My feet cant cross the parking lot
The parking lot is way too hot

Then everything went vertical

At the tips of cities
Birds are tracing columns
Windows bend in wind
Vertical in flight
Down below a statue
People stand in poses
Making good impressions
Vertical delights
Lying on a trunk
And waiting to be dreaming
Startled by a thumpin
Vertical insight
Lots of people thinkin
Thinking about falling
Nothing but a rope so
Vertical hold tight

Sometimes you feel the pressure dropping on you
(Heavy folders
Daring soldiers)
Crashing from the vertical

I start to wonder does this system matter?
(Crumbling boulder
Couldn’t hold her)
Only if it’s vertical

Even in leaves some creatures build themselves a home
(Ancient maples
Empty stables)
Can’t always be vertical

Lifted above the din their worlds a peaceful dome
(Natures diet
Finding quiet)
They don’t hear the child say

My feet won’t cross the parking lot
The parking lot is way too hot

The everything went vertical

All the pieces where they ought to be
but it’s clear that he don’t look like me

Pick a place around the table talk
make a push to wake the comatose

say you pause to say what’s wrong and quickly
blow up the cover
there’s a way through fogs as long as there’s a light to discover (it)

like a twisted stick
let’s dig through the sick
and find a level space
cinch to say

it’s a gut that fears all things unknown
and a link within the brain you know

not a shame to say the instincts there
but a virtue to deny the bait

know the cause and move to gauze and deftly
tratar o sangue (clean up the blood)

in the law there’s room to move
as there’s a need to uncover it

as a choker sucks
let’s sift through the muck
and lift this dingy veil
same old tale

get mixed in
this crippling fixture
try and approach
the hidden mixtures
get mixed in
this crippling fixture
try and approach
the hidden picture it

for a misplaced stash
let’s search through the trash
and right this ignorant lurch
wicked urge

raise the gab
above a whisper
speak to salve
a spoiling blister
raise the gab
above a whisper
talk to cure a blister
picture it

I could be a hare and I’dd sneak into my private rivals dreaming I’m a burglar

Quick as any day in my fleeting little chest of hopefuls lost it to the burglars

I can be aware and ya maybe I’m the same like pirates likened to the burglars

Threat on any day and I’m hiding from the hare who’s also hiding from the burglars

I didn’t catch his name pow shot him on the range yow cause he was a burglar

Happens in the parks boohoo even in the old days stinking of the burglars

Happens in my home I never see it coming


When I was young we used to put alarms on our doors and screens like a burglar net now that I’m older I’m sure that’s absurd that’s the word for the man who collects who’s he stealing from next

When I was young my parents yelled beware of the ivory man that will steal and sell now that I’m older those words are still pure not the look of a crook in his books what’s he taking from you?

and worried peeps go on about it
Say a lot of changes better come
A pocket full of change is emptied by
a little gawky bright and bubbly bird

Lots of heroes out there thinking bout it but minutes of their lives are ticking down and bottles full of love are drunken by a tricky trite and thirsty hungry bird

Blooming tips on tulip cones that
Don’t pay out they keep on growing
Costume thieves who never hand back half of what you end up owing

Has this town really gotten much better are the burglars gonna keep on trying to meddle with it?

Probably driving your car with someone
Close up your head cause are they reading your letters come on pack up the bed for betters

What you think you own you don’t watch out the burglars

Stealing from the day. Didn’t take a second. Listened to a record and they got away sneaky are the burglars

When I cross their way like a helpless chicken bones will soon be clinkin wearing me for play bracelet on a burglar

Thought I was ok not as bad as some and sunset on the slums see another day happy are the burglars

Brush it all away or do I let it sink in? Is it my ambition just to turn away? freedom for the burglars

What you think you own you don’t watch out the burglars

It’s best this mess is part of the plan
the truth is moving under the ground

you’re sure the steering wheel
is resting in your hands

tough to say

you think success belongs to the bank
you take directions into the skin

an ancient motor revving up
to keep it living on

strings tied to the hands
hands upon a mouth

sneaky ways

the path is written before the act
a mode of growing seems like a choice

it feels like progress
is a product of a hidden game

what obeys

you measure hits by stuff in the house
it’s more sincerely smiles on the face

the instinct leads you if you do
or if you don’t want

tackle on a neck
trapped within the ring

tough to say
what obeys
sneaky ways
sneaky ways

Grandpop we had sweet days on the beach in Ventnor I remember
Wish we could walk along and you could watch the waves and talk the current Septembers

These days I’m not so sure who is getting along or if they were before
I wasn’t there when Moses parted the sea I wasn’t there with you grandpop back in Kiev

With the ladies dressed so nice in their ornate reds with satin textures
Have you since found some peace it seems I can’t escape all the war and violence

These days I’m not so sure who is getting along or if they were before
I wasn’t there when Moses parted the sea I wasn’t there with you grandpop back in Kiev

Lets just speak love

Bagels for everyone that’s the kind of thing you would have wanted there should be lots to eat or how can they expect to get a tiring job done?

These days I’m not so sure who is getting along or if they were before
I wasn’t there when Moses parted the sea I wasn’t there with you grandpop back in Kiev

I hear it doubly clear

There’s a doubled exposure just waiting to happen I’m sitting and fading rain tapping together

Two licks of the dog bone me slipping through belt loops you runnin ahead of the sound coming after

I hear it doubly clear two mannequins in the window suit up like twins on day one loud harks in the grandest canyon

Natural slap the world back at ya it’s placing the mirror and you will hear her

Throw two hacks attempting to chip it return of the bat crack in a place called Camden

On delay two of us together
On delay the sweet of the double
On delay me right behind you
On delay my steps will follow

On delay two eyes that appeared there
You saw them both times
On delay looking at reflections
And you were one of them

And it was so nice
And it happened twice

A place that’s thrice best leading me into a feedback zone in which I lose time I’m finding new rhythms to hold on

So turned on by the delay
So turned on by the delay

takes some time
to waste a guy
must be mad
ok
a smoldering burn
must be bad
cut deep
and festering day by day

no one wants
a free for all
just a chance
a break
a lift to climb
on a back
tough luck
a pebble short of quit

only those that get into the way

way way back
before the thumb
was a way
a path
a reckoning
like a catch
sewn deep
and gesturing day by day

take a guy
an everyman
must be glad
well off
a gentle ease
underneath
a film
that’s cracking bit by bit

only those that get into the way
that’s that
or maybe keep in mind
take the hit or take the fall
fall back

watch it watch you watching wretch
plugged into a people patch
watch as bonds that illustrate
also start to complicate

catches in a net of type
absence makes the sense go dark
all of the intended dart
none of the extended soul

getting screwed not much to do
when no one’s watching
no one’s looking
can you see it

feel a surge and make a steal
no one round to see the deed
surge so strong it’s tough to tame
urges lead with none to blame

things go up that must come down
those so down don’t want to drop
every one so keen to glow
bubble up from down below

wicked moves with none to lose
when no one’s looking
no one’s watching
can you be it

so
don’t get caught lost

so
don’t get caught watching
don’t get caught lost
don’t get caught watching
don’t get caught lost

Golden gal on her screen
Some kind of tube she’d never seen
Gift to the girl
Ready to dream
hope in new forms
The elderly B
Spirit is burnin
To hear it for the girls again

so complex and brave
Power and lure
Without showing some legs
Different roads
Not just sexual things
Went and cut a rude hue
Said it did right away
Am I keeping it new
And relearning girls again.

It’s a strange kinda plot
Who steps and paves the golden way
With a humor that is known to quickly put me in my place
Every word’s so tricky
How we know what to say

My gal you’re so strong you should hold your head above them and you need not ask for much to get my praise.

Golden gal on her screen
Some kind of tube she’d never seen
Gift to the girl
Ready to dream
hope in new forms
The elderly B
Spirit is burnin
To hear it for the girls again

Let me dress up like a golden gal and have my golden day
Let me watch the mark of maleness
From a table side in greys
I can only dream of how I’d be so amazed

The gals were right on when she needed laughs to fall on and for all of this and more I give them praise

You’d think the gals should feel so comfortable these days
But sexy genders bring some troubles to the fray
And trouble tears apart
Another golden heart
So I want to be the reminder
That she’s stronger than the bulk on other days

Golden gal gave me my strength she said I’ll be here for you later boy now run along you have to fall

Golden gal gave me my faith all it took was some belief i don’t believe that she should change at all

Golden gal taught me restraint she said you’ll want me more much later dude I’m your everything and not your toy

Golden gal I’ll be beside her I might want to stand in line to find the kind of mind she can provide

Her for a while I’ll follow my golden gal.

don’t care
whether
this ship sails
or sinks into the meat

don’t know
if a lesson matters less than
what’s to eat

while you got it you figure
why not launch off of the very highest rope

not trying
to be shore side
scoping breaks to
score a ride

more like
causing fractures
from the deep
that ripple out

who needs slicker
tools to build
a portrait
out of place

not trying to be
sneaky when it’s wanting
face to face

when you’re rotten
you figure why not
stick up for the very finest dope

don’t care
if a lesion’s
clotting up or ceases to bleed

don’t know
if a lesson
is a pleasure or a need

while you’re huffing
you figure
why not soak up all the craze
instead of cope