My legs weren’t really listening

My legs weren’t really listening
My arms aren’t reaching out
My eyes haven’t been seen in days
My hands are not about
I’m thinking, so my brain is near
But my gone mouth can’t confess
My joints refuse connection
My body is a mess

I can’t get dressed this morning
My chest won’t take a shirt
My feet have staged a walk-out
My groin has gone to flirt
My fingers? Scattered to the winds
My toes are scattered thither
My throat won’t amplify my voice
So I can’t call them hither

There’s some cooperation
My neck will give a hand
My thumb and finger diagram
Assisted by a gland
I’m mostly all together
Ready for this rat race
But there’s one part that’s still missing:
I couldn’t save my face.

my armchair is a congressman

my armchair is a congressman
elected by landslide
and now i have no place to sit
when i am really tired.

i'm not that into politics
those "vote for me" ad spots
i heard a chair was running
but did not connect the dots.

i like my armchair's politics
it won't stand for the poor
it brings comfort to the wealthy
but i'm sitting on the floor.

breakfast in space

Abandon the table
And find a new place
We’ll lift off this morning
For breakfast in space

You check the thrust engines
I’ll brew up the tea
It’s pancakes for breakfast
In no gravity

We’ll settle in orbit
And eat our grapefruit
When Mercury comes by
We’ll wave in salute

Abandon the placemats
And all that rat race
This morning we’re having
Our breakfast in space

bathing round the campfire

Bathing round the campfire
Like the pioneers
Lather up the lye soap
To wash behind the ears

With a rubber ducky
Bert carved out of wood
You can squeeze it real hard
But it don’t squeak real good

Water’s getting hotter
Over by the toes
Water by my behind
Is getting kind of froze

I like my campfire bathtub
Ordered it from Sears
Bathing round the campfire
Just like the pioneers.

lay down on a table

Lay down on a table
Get up if you’re able
And if you can’t get up again
We’ll call this day the bitter end

It’s nice that you are here
And all your family dear
So many other friends come by
But you’re unable to say Hi

Open up those eyes
So you can see these guys
If you won’t look at those who came
It might be time to feed the flame

You have to pay some cash
To turn yourself to ash
If back from ash you want to come
There is no affordable sum

when did mister b decide

When did Mister B decide
That he was thru with his old neck
And make with just a piece of rope
His head and body to connect?

When you have a neck of rope
It’s hard to keep your head up straight
It’s best to lie down in a box
Stay very still, and meditate

On why a neck of rope is so
Much better than a neck of bone.
Because you made a neck of rope
The rest of us have heads of stone

i went to the top of the stair

I went to the top of the stair
When I got to the top, it’s not there
The place that I went wasn’t there

I went to the musical show
When it began there was no music, though
There was silence instead of the show

I went to the place where I work
But I couldn’t find it in the murk
I couldn’t see where I would work

I went to hang out with my chum
But my good friend did not even come
I didn’t hang out with my chum

I took a quick look in the mirror
When I looked, I was not standing here or
Any place else in the mirror