waterfall

by bofa xesjum

the world is obsolete the mighty seek salvation an obnoxious clown walked down a dusty road toward a sparkling waterfall the old world still has its expectations but there is victory in despair the obnoxious clown recalled the sinful dancer terror is not mysterious only infinity is mysterious the mysterious woman said hello to the crestfallen clown salvation was out of reach for the mysterious wanderer beside the waterfall with the clown in their despair, they avoided all mention of the — the world thanked them and said goodbye and thought there might still be a chance for —

brain

by so so johnson

my brain is a road i walk down every night past the old house the old empty house they say it is empty but is it? i should go up and knock on the door but i never do the windows are dark so it must be empty but you never know someone might answer if i only knock maybe george washington lives there or al capone or charles lindbergh or joan of arc or my grandmother you get the idea but somehow i never do as i walk on night after night in my brain across the long moon

sixteen candles

by so so johnson

the most important thing in the world is to care the biggest problem in the world is greed every human being has a right to a decent life every living creature has a right to a decent life no human has the right to tell another human being what to do life should be fair the only true religion is love next to greed, the biggest problem in the world is power religion and capitalism seek power by pitting groups of people against each other religion created capitalism, and capitalism created war the first priests created religion to drive people apart into separate tribes and enslave them all people should be free to love any way they want the priests and capitalists are against love because they want to hold on to power all power should be abolished so that people can love and be free the personal is the political society should be completely torn down and restructured

clouds

by bofa xesjum

the highway can be a surprise it is raining somewhere i knew a man who was always doing something i like to go for walks, especially on streets the day will come every cloud has its sky it takes a big boy to shine big shoes take the third exit i think the street likes me i hate french fries with a passion especially on the side of the highway it just goes on and on, doesn’t it? the girl looked in the window and the old woman tapped her on the shoulder

pilgrim

by bofa xesjum

life is a highway the exit is the exit the girl believes in love night is the exit love is in the street the night tells a joke the car turns on to the highway the car passes another car the street comes to life. a cloud floats over the door it starts to rain as omar comes out the door the rain came from the cloud the rain means death i forgot about that

jailhouse blues

by horace p sternwall

down in the boondocks out in the yard amanda had a billy goat billy had a pard the pard’s name was jesse he robbed the mail he told the same jokes every night but they never got stale i wish i was back there instead of in this cell eve climbed the apple tree but poor adam fell i have never seen a country road a possum, or a bear but i have these dreams so curious that i feel compelled to share omar was a sultan as wide as he was wise salome danced the hoochie koo as herod rolled his eyes the moon is a rattlesnake the sun never comes up i wish i had a pillow and some whiskey in my cup the world is not an apple pie not that i have found i would tell the sheriff my sad tale but he never comes around