Come on, here we go again
We're ten years old, we can't complain
We've got our way
It's Saturday
A thinning line between work and play
Riding dirt-bikes in the rain
Star Wars cowboys robbing trains
Baseball cap
Treasure map
A thousand dirty pocket scraps
Gruesome creatures in dirty pools
Breaking all the golden rules
Live and learn
The f-word
Shotgun blasts
ceramic birds
The bus stop early morning light
Rusty Taylor picks a fight
Running home
All alone
Ripped up jeans and bloody nose
Drunks leave cans at the dead-end street
A gang of urchins arrange a meet
Jump the fence
Try making sense
Of arrowheads in the present tense
A giant coffin full of wood
Coffee smelling kind of good
Mowing lawn
A quiet yawn
An evening spent, a childhood gone.
So COME ON!! Here we go, I say!
I turned twenty-seven years old today!
Grandma's bed
Shaven head
Come this Spring I'll probly be dead
My friends are all over the fucking place
We cross the country at a break-neck pace
Cigarettes
No regrets
Buy some boone's, we'll dream up the rest
Kim has got a wedding ring
Her husband doesn't know a thing
Of real life
(She's HIS wife)
They fight a lot but they look real nice
And big al moved back home again
He comes around every now and then
Gaming days
Role-playing haze
This "girlfriend" thing is just a phase
Jhasen - he still lives upstairs
He shoves some do's into his dares
He'll agree
(Not just with me)
Nods and smiles while he sips his tea
Nikki and Dan are married too
They live in an apartment built for two
Young and free
tmbg
Nikki drove for scott and me
Jeff and Nate are back in school
On the radio they play it cool
Doctors kids
Wacky grins
They live their lives on needles and pins
Jolivette is going out West
save the birds and pass a test
She's got a degree
(Quite unlike me)
And cleans us up when she is free
Michael is still sort of new
We've much to learn and much to do
We got time
It'll all be fine
Art from devastation is an uphill climb
Now Lori sure can plant a kiss
And Melissa is at the top of my list
Back at camp
(Not on the map)
We made a promise and ain't gone back
Then Tracey sort of came in late
But we made a place, it seemed like fate
Animal eyes
Vegetable lies
Her betty baked us breads and pies
Our cliffy is another story
He's outlived every category
Far-side look
(Mediocre cook?)
He'll always get himself off the hook
And Chris--now there's a story to tell
He'll invite you into his personal hell
philosophy
(Can't you see')
Then trail off into...well, you know what i mean
Our best boy Plakke has gone up north
Trading ideas back and forth
Casually quips
"Apocalypse"
Into conversation when the sermon slips
Initiate rob, and it all comes down
To the very worst thing--a psychotic clown
Nightmare song
It won't be long
And the world you know will all be gone
Sally plays a gentle hand
In this new life of falling sand
Forgive me, please
Siamese
And sisters not just there to tease
And Scotty, well...what can I say?
He's a best friend in every way
We do it all
Have a ball
There's always stories to tell and garbage to haul
"I love the friends I have gathered here"
Whiskey, Water, Wine and Beer
Mutant gang
Personal slang
Smoking it poor and living deranged
We'll all get together down at the beach
Around the fire, drinking bleach
Throw a fest
Acid test
The snake-eyed man will do the rest!!
SO COME ON!!! It's time to go get lost!!
We're wasting time with dreary thoughts
I'll love you best
Until my death
And then maybe you bastards will let me rest...
-dem bones-
--devoted editor and child--
2/3/1973 - who knows or cares