Grand Canyon

Any alien who would come down
and eat me out
(and I mean the right way)
is alright with me--
I mean, don't treat me like trailer trash
in the morning--
I'm worth a whole lot of KFC
to the right fuckin' people

Oh, who do I think I'm fooling?!
That's right, Kids, it's...
I almost hate to say it, it's...
It's ME!

I'm just so precious!
Like a quilted little Kleenex® Travel Pak™ cover
You know-- the mutherfuckin' little travel size and shit!

I don't know,
I'm at BART and the sun's coming up
shoving orange light in the cracks between the clouds
and I don't know what day it is

You know what?
It's like a slo-mo cartoon
Sad
like the romanticized '40s
spotlit and dramatically music'd

The world is an abrupt engine
Outside your, and my,
shuttered and shaded window

Will we be embarrassed later?

It's a lot like checking out pictures
from the Grand Canyon

Timeless

It' s the devil's playhouse,
but what the fuck
I say charge up some tabs
while we're here
in this crazy, racing place

Together

Now that I'm done with that,
done with having hair in my sandwich,
I'm done with all the
windy, pissy, whistley,
fluffy-throated, urine-coated
fruity, girl shit!

You know what?
It's time to check my cool
Dead Kiss Barbie®

We're not girls--
We're Boys,
on our tough bikes,
burning out and kicking weeds
in your ice cream

You can cry
if you want,
We always laugh like this

At 4am
The sky turns ghost blanket
mute
and all the birds lay down

Kiss all the good aliens goodbye
and dust the crumbs
out of your epaulets:
We stopped 10% from doing something
just like this

High-pitched yelping doesn't do anything--
Straining to speak,
your dad's throat cancer
becomes a handy prop for getting
lots of free Taco Bell®

"Angle me in," he says, breathless
Wild on blacktop
packed tight with wolf-crying sirens
and blood gone bad,
"Angle me in..."