Looney Buns: Ghosts in the Trees

feed the beast for voodoo priests of fire-sales
mystified by secret side of marketplace
they can get through sticky net of flimsy mind
they will sell the rainbow spell to colorblind

ghosts in the trees laugh when you squeeze
the clock of your heart, which sleeps in the dark

tame your greed and plant the seed of carelessness
in the soil of futile toil to clean this mess
it can grow out of your toe in moonlight glow
it can climb, like poison vine, the lunar bow

birds in the bush laugh when you push
the gears of your mind, which sleeps on the grind

wipe the sun out of the plan to clear the skies
follow those who can dispose the merchandise
where the ghosts are scorching toasts of bargain souls
who scream in pain to whisper rain and pay the toll

ghosts in the trees...

Looney Buns: Captain Paperheart

I've got a paper heart,
I fill it up with rows of my misery charts
(in mathematic pain)
(counting them up again)

I've got a paper heart
I keep it in the stack of rare misfortune cards
(can you collect them all)
(you've got the wherewithal)


I've got a cardboard brain
and I can't figure out why it is always the same
(you know that she would stay)
(you make her walk away)

I've got a cardboard brain
I've got something to say, but I won't call it by name
(this feeling makes you sneeze)
(and I know what it is)

I've got a paper heart,
it doesn't take that much to just tear it apart

Looney Buns: Birds of Armagideon

birds of armagideon
disperse the notes of mating songs
people follow the radio
they dance when there's no place to go
 
lords of taciturnity 
unfold the holy recipe
dancers follow them quietly
they hold their tongues behind the teeth

infamous crows of merry novelty
land gracefully
at the site of waste disposal

worms of pandemonium 
conform to ways of dime store slum
filling the shelves with merriment
they prey on disobedient

Looney Buns: Quantum Riddles

quantum riddles of your fuzzy feelings
shroud my body and cloud my mind from seeing
beyond the things that matter
behind the matter that I can see

entangled waveforms of your twisted neural structure
destabilize my little private space time fracture
beyond the things that can happen
behind the shape of what can be

subsonic echoes of your heart implosions
deform the pattern of my cardiac equations
behind a smile I am scattered
beyond the things that I can feel

Looney Buns: Little Dragon

you turn your x-ray eyes
toward the fractured dragon egg
you set a little fire
within the things that you've just said

and it feels those tiny feelings
and it makes you more appealing

behind the looking glass
you keep the secret of your kind
creepy beasts from the past
that are afraid to cross the line

and they make those quiet squealings
and they make you more appealing

the little dragon smiles with fire
the little dragon smiles with fire


you cast your freezing smile
upon the quiet, morning snow
like a star in exile
from a sex horror picture show

and it feels those tiny feelings
and it makes you more appealing

you hide your lizard hands
beneath your plastic flower gloves
enclosing milky lands
concealed by leather coat above

and it makes those quiet squealings
and it makes you more appealing