Diamorphine Queen

She crept into your
brain like novacaine
Your heroine blond
bombed shell dream
Gonna hit you up for
a camel a drag of
your nicotine

She's gunnin' for your
bashful libido guitar hero
She's goin' far in life
A graduate student from
gold digging and alcohol
Unlikely a university queen
with diamorphine flowing
through her blood stream

From a broken house
She'll be at home as a
domesticated methadone clone
For now blowin' up your cell phone
Miss narcissistic fiend

Left you a message and
you won't take a hint
She'll play you like your
favorite string
Cause she's strung out
but she's your number one
on her fanzine

She'll wear you on her arm
like her eight track hit
Cause she's out of tune with
her pretty attitude
Your needle in a hay stack
I love your guitar solos during
your stint in rehab

Games

Mr Cocaine

I'm the anti-depressant
Your my appetite supressant
You make me co-dependant
Remedy my lonely cold soul
Funny this nasal decongestant

Your my silent affliction
I don't need an intervention
My hearts in pieces like a
shattered mirrior
This poem is my razor it
cuts into my nerves
My dirty little secret you
symbolize my regrets

Wihite powder subject matter
I love conversations from
Darwin to religion
And I am god right?
He confides to me and says
This is all an illusion some silly
bullshit fantasy
I'm your number one hit
except on ecstasy
Whats to decipher in between
the truths
The lies and your beautiful blue eyes
Your beautiful angry smile
Our karma rolled up between the lines
These beautiful lines

Your speaking senseless eloquence
Your my emtional sitcom
Candid in your beligerence
Yo!!! Shut the fuck up!
Your making me feel violent
Insecurities breed intolorence
I remember when I was young now
Happiness is a warm gun

Blizzard Haze

I'm Escaping into
my mind
Your sleeping in
my dreams
The ice is thin
yet I'm frozen in you
Cause my heartaches
in your barren landscape
Winters comin' as my
soul is burning
These four eyes are
yearning

Lying in Between reality
and my dreams
I'm buried in the snow
drifts with your demons
You and me together
thats bliss that will go
on forever
But for now its something
that we could never be
Like my ankle
These thoughts there
slowly turning

Take a piece of me with
you and my heart too
Your soul is my tattoo
I'll think of you today and
well, well into tomorrow
It's bitterly cold, will try
to survive
Your sweet melancholy words
are my fuel to keep me alive
Yet they will never be heard
Alseep into the night
Walking alone in the days
We're climbing those mountains
We're in white out conditions
We're in a blizzard haze
Forever were seperated
Forever were absurd

Rain Drops On My Sunglasses

Rain drops in the sun I
keep my sunglasses on
Behind every stupid question
lies an answer of deception
Your giving me reasons to
quit today and leave tomorrow
All I can see in us a bottomless
abyss of empty sorrow
Free your grasp from my sweaty
palms and walk the other way
I'll reminsce of good times while
I'm pondering my escape
And I still feel you but you
can't see me
We are now jaded, undone and
far too gone
The real reason to keep my
sunglasses on

Annapolis

Delaware is a blink of an eye

Welcome to Maryland says the sign

I'm east bound on route 301

driving down the Bay Bridge corridor

Childhood thoughts billowing in my mind

The eastern shore in my rear view mirror

I feel the gales howling at my window shield

on the long expanse of this twin span bridge

I feel hungry for crab cakes and nostalgia

of riding my bike after school

I feel Annapolis in the distance

Beneath my feet and below the bridge grates

I see the scenery of white caps, fishing boats

and memories straddling the Chesapeake

Off in the distance and to the south I remember...

A rainy ferry boat ride to Tangier island

And to the north a day trip to the Baltimore

Aquarium

Life was simpler on Alder road when I was ten

Living in the hills across from the river Severn

Post card views of the Naval Academy and the

Capital Building

And I remember dad's service and duty to his

country men

When dad wasn't wearing his military rank,

We'd fish for blue crabs along the river with

nothing but a net, some chicken and a string

It was 1985 and life was simpler on Alder road

As I reminsce I miss my exit and jump out of

my thoughts of the past

Back on track and through the hills I drive down

the incline and back into my mind

I can see the Severn river bridge to Annapolis

and the gate way to my childhood

Foolish Intentions

I'm your dear to a head light
Wounded by love at first sight
Imprisoned by desires
I'm the hopeless romantic
This restless heart
unsolved by semantics
I hate my daily alliance with
silence
Riddled with clues and
afraid of riddicule
You inpsire me most
but how long I was fooled