Monday, Mar. 18, 2002
Silent ducks are deafening
Kansas in the crapper
Can you burn an effigy
While plugging in the clapper?

Loneliness is like a shoe
Or maybe like a beaver
Kind of wish that waitress chick
Had chose me over Stever.

People stand and look at me,
Their eye-holes full of eyes
Maybe they’re the ones like beavers
Digging for a prize.

Emptiness is like a boat
Full of lots of nothing
Go ahead and check one out
If you think I’m bluffing.

Or maybe more like a parking lot
That’s got no trucks or cars.
Just shoes and a couple of lonely beavers
Playing electric guitars.

Tumbleweeds are full of bees
My head is full of hair roots
My heart is like the lonely hunter
That the black bear shoots.

Listen, sometimes it’s hard to tell
What exactly is like a beaver
But that waitress was hot as hell
Hey man, Fuck you Stever.

Have You Ever Loved?
Have you ever loved, like the whistling wind of a barn swallow’s nostril-hole? Have you ever lived, like a merchant prince on quiche and curry dumplings? I think not.

Elephant Wings
An elephant is a beast with tiny wings, to say the least. By tiny wings, I mean so small, some would say elephants have none at all.