Time Bomb

Ticking ticking 

Tocking boom

My my my

How you run the room

Open the door

Smile on face

Tap a tiger's paw

Watch his ego race 

Lubing with lips

Salty surface sauce

Reverbing verbs

Less voice, more loss

Pin the truth down

Watch your lies

Pin a woman down

Watch her rise

Ticking ticking 

Tocking boom

My my my

How I run the room

their eyes

My father stomped and shouted

My mother smoked in silence

My father read newspapers

My mother read women's faces

My father loved a good debate

My mother loved a good novel

My parents had gentle eyes

My mother did the laundry 

My father took us to movies

My mother felt disappointed

My father felt defeated

My mother was tiny

My father was large

My parents had gentle eyes

My father remembered facts

My mother remembered feelings

My father needed her love

My mother needed his strength

My father bought potato chips

My mother bought fresh fruit

My parents had gentle eyes

My mother sought counseling

My father sought Catholicism

My mother asked for a divorce

My father asked for a second chance

My mother never called him anything

My father called her fruitcake

My parents had gentle eyes 

My father blamed

My mother let go

My father set his dreams aside

My mother met her goals

My father held anger 

My mother held forgiveness

My parents had gentle eyes

I am my mother's child

I am my father's child

I hope I have their eyes

the morning

All our regrets

Take us early to the grave

So come hold my hand

Let's learn to be brave

Conquer the doubts

That live in our heads

With love on our lips

There's an open road ahead

You bring the morning

When all I see is night

I trust your mouth

When you say it's alright

We both have hearts

Wanting to feel

So come hold the map

And I'll hold the wheel

I get so down, 

so down sometimes

I can't make sense 

Of the thoughts in my mind

But I look at you

And I feel something right

I look to you

And all sorrow takes flight

Cause you bring the morning

When all I see is night

I trust your mouth

When you say it's alright

We both have hearts

Wanting to feel

So come hold the map

Ill hold the wheel

bananas, holidays

My head is split

in ninety, numb, nickel-sized holes.

Christmas and New Years are hip

holidays for profit.

Sometimes monkeys need bananas 

to act kind, generous, and happy.

My heart is in prison,

without adjectives.

There is a hunger for destruction 

in the human mouth.

Chewing air, 

chewing words, 

chewing bullets

chewing skin.

I have felt teeth gnawing on my ankles.

Why do the battered go back?

Why do the batters batter?

What is enough?

When is enough?

Have all the bananas you want,

just give me back my heart.

My head is split

in ninety, numb, nickel-sized holes.