1. Gert Flirts with Dirt Shirt Bert
2. A Million Margarets
3. Soul Out of Shell
4. Scratch Not Now

Gert Flirts with Dirt Shirt Bert

Gertrude, I am calling
calling from the laundry.
They're asking me for quarters
but all I have is dimes.

"Bert, I'm at the laundry
a suitcase full of quarters
but I can't seem to find you…
I guess I'll go back home."

A Million Margarets

In every goodbye, there does lie
potential for the last goodbye.
Don't make it a reason to cry.
I'll give you a reason to cry.

There's no one to hear you; don't bother to beg.
Stuck in a bear trap, you chew off your leg.
A third of an omelet makes an egg.
And a million Margarets make a Meg.

I heard a cat scream; I assumed it was a bad dream.
A feline meditation of metaphysical crisis.

All God's children need to bitch.
Even a five-year old could tell you this.
That sandpaper cat tongue caught the switch
that had been made to chicken from fish.

Soul Out of Shell

In the whistling warren where fate decides to park us
love escapes like butterflies from a carcass.
Showers grew when relatives were humid
and Sysyphus grew sad when he was lucid.

And when I'm ill, I feel closer to you.
When Iím dead, we'll be together again.
That which crushes certain souls
releases those in shell.

Fiddlesticks and fried porridge from your wrist
to your ankles porously defend this
phalanx of failed organs in my torso.
Life is short, but dying even more so.

And when I'm ill, I feel closer to you.
When I'm dead, weíll be together again.
That which crushes certain souls
releases those in shell.

I've seen the joy and suffering
one can enjoy and suffer:
the hieroglyphs on marble cliffs
and all the pieces of her.

Ceaselessly, they tutored me
with geese and their goose potpourri.
It fell out of the sky.
It fell out of the sky!

That which crushes certain souls
releases those in shell.
Some went to Hell, some went to Heaven:
Lakehurst, 1937.

Scratch Not Now

Scratch not now or return to the place where your fear went
this slippery veneer of early endearment.
Spastic slip and slide on down the banister.
Such pride and joy some know as only soaps to use in a joke.

Your smile turns the rain to holy water.
I giggle like a regent's secret giggling retard daughter.

The dead approve and decide to move to Cleveland.
There's fishing there and no one cares
to tell them they're alive.