Lyrics I Wrote for Sunday

I don't feel like making church today.
No disrespect intended.
I don't reckon He'll be offended.

It's already too hot outside anyway.
We better just stay in.
Haven't done it since I don't know when.

We'll make potatoes.
We'll watch TV.
We'll get a little fatter
than we probably should be.

We'll drink Mimosas till 4 in the afternoon...
Lord this day will be over much too soon.

my fare, lady?

you ever imagine
alternate possibilities?

what if we could breathe in space?
what if our feet were springs?

i do that sometimes. alternate my possibilities.

maybe you and i met
on a booze cruise and you could not
pass me up. (and that wasn't just the margaritas talking.)

what if peace was not a 4-letter word?

what if campfires cooled us down?

it's sorta pointless to wonder.
but i wander off the point all the time.
turn here. spin a circle.

there's a small
dirt trail in a corner somewhere
& i just know

it could drag me off to adventure.

what if, when you left,
i followed you?

Microwave

whenever I make popcorn
or reheat spgahetti
it's pretty obvious that I am
giving myself cancer.

my apartment is so small
and I can feel that micro heat
creeping all over all my
inards and outards...

which is totally fine
now that you no longer
answer my calls...