Into the City

Burbs rats, spoiled brats, so cool in backwards hats,

Basket brawls, drunken crawls, endless country-music drawl,

Nerdy dips on acid trips trying hard to be tragically hip,

Nursery rhymes, capital crimes, side by side in the urban grime,

Telephone crews, the cheapest booze, novel writers selling shoes,

Macho men, studying zen so they can slaughter their kin,

White trash, hopes smashed, Jesus freaks seeking cold hard cash,

Skater kids, Freudian id, broken drunks on the skids,

Working nights, gaudy lights, pimps and hoes in noisy fights,

Sleazy places, sacred spaces, maudlin coyote faces,

Crowds in view, shades of blue, who the f**K knew,

Cats in heat, vodka neat, predators looking to cheat,

Women vain, raising cain, looking for someone else to blame,

Trading gladness and subtle sadness for a taste of chemical madness,

Rocks in shoes, crappy news, talking heads selling points of view,

Too many hands, like so much sand, lost in this human wasteland.

Fireflies

Fireflies in the magnolia trees,

Burning brightly in the night,

In the coolness of the evening,

Firefly passion burning bright.

They only last a season,

Barely three phases of the moon,

They have no earthly reason,

To waste a precious night in June.

Learn well the lesson of the firefly,

Waste not the gentle season,

Far too soon our winter comes,

Why waste time for no good reason?

Grab on to life with all its strife,

With it