The McKenzie Report

how long would it take
for the grizzlies to come back
if we were all gone

Voices in my head
keep me from being lonely
Oh, the things they say!

he runs hot and cold
he may pull you in one day
push you out the next

fast cars get you in
faster than they get you out
of trouble I mean

the thin little moon
and some likely accomplice
saturn or venus

Rain, rain go away
I'll see you some other day
like in October

they gave their damn spiel
smug like there was no problem
no consequences

An omen. Or not.
An empty fortune cookie
A fate still unkonwn.

a tricky bank shot
sunbeam left eyeball socket
nature sure called it

gaudy persimmons
like derelict ornaments
on barren branches

in the wilderness
you may find the thing you seek
or it may find you

the implicit threat
the tremor of its passing
steel and momentum

all of your art works
will never do anything
except change the world

what does it sound like
when all the doves are crying
finally we know

my rhymes are bedrock
all those other suckers rhyme
soft like simile

toiling benthic beasts
mountain basin sea of air
they see but don't see

the big old half moon
the promise you never kept
that last evil smile

that weird winter vibe
morning yields to evening
no noon to speak of

The real patriots
are they in the APC
or shooting at it

What I come to say,
It don't have to be this way...
I see now it does

real and effective
user ID is zero
don't get in my way

In the sacred bank
There is only one great writ
Pay your debts, or else...

Imagine Bligh's men
the first time they saw that fast
Tahitian hula