Self Central
touch me I’ll touch you back
love me I love your hat
talk to me like I was someone
not just another boy sad in a corner
there was a day
when everyone was free
we felt the air and we had memory
like a psalm or satellite up in a tree
we throw things down
and I wanted just one day of grace
not a runaway or another lie
every man and all her sons
deciding what you all would want
you and them the worldly friend
taken from the innocent
can’t I just
smile and hope
they know
the seeds to grow?
are you what
I see or a body
without strings?
self central down on my knees
self central pray for man
because his dirt is dirty man
with your blood and
burning man
Captain Orange
Tape your shin guards;
Tape your face for the one who got away,
And at the parties be nice to everyone.
Like the diplomats, you’re the Captain Orange
You’re the Captain Orange
Score the goal;
Score the winning goal for Jesus Christ.
Score the winning David Hastlehoff.
Draw a good one, kitty when you see;
Draw a good one, city when you see.
You’re the Captain Orange
Read yer books;
Read yer books, yer hands are hooks.
And of course the world needs matadors.
And of course, the poets will score first.
You’re the Captain Orange
Not a thing has changed since the good old days;
With exception for the television and the broken homes,
But everything is cool, I think, except for you
You’re the Captain Orange
Shop at the thrift stores Orange;
Go buy a satellite Orange,
Be a friend.