Short and Sweet

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

Jim Croce was right

If I could save time in a bottle I'd ferment it—make a fine brew I'd toast to the moments of beauty And the momentous beauty of you I'd drain all we are to the bottom Of my wonderful time-capsule glass Then I'd greedily tilt the whole bottle Looking for sweet seconds past Sign in to see full entry.

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Green

I'm a little sweet, I'm a little tart— I just fell off of the apple cart. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Mr. X

Your biography's so mysterious Clues shouted out while delirious Phone calls from Lou? An ankle tatto? And a way about you That's imperious Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 9, 2007

Home brew

They call it moonshine 'cause you brew it at night. I call it salvation 'cause it makes things alright. Winter's come upon us Time for coffee and for stew I've got sweet preserves aplenty And I've put up all my booze Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Chakra-Khan

I have an Akashic records player I rock the wisdom of the ages No MTV or mp3 I'm tuned into the sages Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 4, 2007

Heated

My love for you is not domestic It's not home-bound, housebroken or tame It's an arson so hotly majestic It burns both us down to the frame Sign in to see full entry.

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Commercial-eyes

I thought a commercial was a love song That's when I knew I had to leave Had to rent a small cold-water flat Just to hide from the TV Sign in to see full entry.

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Afghan poppies

I've got those Afghan poppies blowing stardust in my veins. I"m funding sandstorm fatwas just to loosen up my brains. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 3, 2007

Hell's bells

I'm an alt-country nightmare— got a cowbell and a scythe. I don't want to have to hurt you but this homestead is my life. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Bare

If hope is the thing with feathers Despair is the thing plucked bare It's given up on being invited But laments that there's nothing to wear Sign in to see full entry.

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