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Kick Me Dennis Rodman Revisited | Kissing Poet Knowing
Liar's Own Monster | Life Before the Eyes

Kick Me Dennis Rodman Revisited

kick me dennis rodman
with the sexuality
that you confess

kick me dennis rodman
then hold me down
and make me wear your dress

kick me dennis rodman
o! freaky cross-dressing
rebound king

you can find me
in the upper deck
right behind the rainbow hair

drag me down to courtside
strip me down at will
then give madonna my ring

kick me dennis rodman
anywhere you wish
and i won't swear

kick me in the groin
punch me in the face
and watch me smile

you're kicking fits and dressing
mean only half as much
as the attitude you trust

kick me dennis rodman
then piss on all the rest
give 'em all the finger
the way that you know best

Kissing Poet Knowing

He came upon a morning frigid
Six-foot-five and walking rigid
Upon a shrouded mystery

Past Westminster Church in its warmth
Black clad stranger striding forth
48 years to the day

Torch-bearing ritual to perform
Upon the monument where others mourn
At the birth of day

Three red roses and cognac drowned
The poet, wife, and mother found
Strangers line the way

Standing in a longened toast to gone
Kissing poet upon the stone
In icy darkened day

For 48 years of watch I ponder
In icy darkness that I may wander
As strangers glide away

Liar's Own Monster

               I am not a liar
                    I have nothing left but hate
               But Happiness is a monster
                    that scares me when I sleep
               He scares me to docility
                    He screws my sensibility
               He lurks in my mind
                    and preys on my innocent little hate

               I am not a liar
                    I am but a refugee
               Run away from my homeland
                    for all the sentiment that it held
               The feelings going nowhere
                    they no not now where
               I sent a postcard just yesterday
                    but I'm afraid it had the wrong address

               Much too tired to go pressing onward
                    Much to sick to run away
               But I am not a liar
                    Just ask the shadows that follow me
               And yes I know their names
                    And yes I hear them whispering
               But the monster that's inside me
                    keeps me from hearing what they say

               Its somewhat of a sad day
                    Its somewhat of a mystery
               For that I can not keep on running
                    and I do not know where I lay
               But I hear the voices growing
                    and I can feel the footsteps coming near
               I close my eyes to sleep now
                    to let the monster do what it will

Life Before the Eyes

Did you ever suddenly realize
that what you never knew existed
was just around the corner?

With an angel standing by
in the midst of blue upon the sky
In the madness of a thought
of the fit that carelessness had bought

The corner that you can't help but turn
The last things you'll ever learn
all bottled up in an instant lost in time
Praying and paying for another's crime
With an angel standing by
in the midst of blue upon the sky

In the midst of blue slung overhead
In the middle of unlooked for tragedy bred
in an instant of stupidity
Thank God for the indemnity
and the angel standing by
grabbing hold of the life before the eyes
and watching out for every corner