Sunday, July 17, 2016

Paper Dolls

We're tinsel girls
Our lips are red
We'll go out 'til we are dead
We're just paper dolls

We don't care what we do
And not so very much with who
We're just paper dolls

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Engine Room

It was evidently grand
To think that a man could understand
A force so large but small
It holds the Universe in its thrall

It was evidently bold
To think that a human could be told
About a force so small but large
It holds the world in its charge

It was too much to presume
That a man could enter the Engine Room
And see the bright controls
That give us strength and guide our souls

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Very End of Nice

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I've tried to be so nice
Being nice is practically a vice

I've tried to be so kind
Being kind is difficult I find

You turn your back, you shrug and walk away
Indifferent to the things I have to say

You're drawn to things that twinkle and entice
Yes, this will be the very end of nice

© 2007 blogSpotter

Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Doctors Disagree

The laboratory is all a mess
And what took place is just a guess

But it's clear enough to me ...
The doctors disagree

They had a clever plan for a Monster Man
but agreement was the key ...

There was a quantum shake-up over hair and makeup
The doctors disagree

© 2007 blogSpotter

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Marilyn

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I was Marilyn in '62
killing all my demons
with Vodka Gimlets, a few

and I was Aprhrodite
in Something's Got to Give
resplendent in the dailies
with four months still to live

Hello Mr. Cukor
I'm sorry that I'm late
I found myself detained
by a new barbiturate

Yes, I was blonde Venus
at the age of thirty-six
seeking absolution
with the milligrams I would mix

And now an image flickers
Blonde actress on the screen
in quiet desperation
yes, I was Norma Jean

© 2007 blogSpotter

Beyond the Ordinary Night

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I move through dark and light
I see beyond the ordinary night

I see the shadows fall
The shadows disturb me not at all

I have a God who speaks
He speaks through art and rhyme
He speaks in subtleties that reach beyond all ordinary Time

© 2007 blogSpotter

Look

Look and you will see
A different side of me

Talk and you will find
Another facet of my mind

Touch and you will feel
A part of me that's real

© 2007 blogSpotter