Lylic Idyllic Lyrics (circa 2006)
I was an angry youthful poet full of dreams and scemes

Trapped up in this building
you at the street level
writing about facades
and the shadow
and the cross walks
and the cars
and the simple notion of a thing called poetry


Massive amounts of worlds and words read and written
Things change
You’ll soon find out.
Small rooms will need to get bigger
Big groups will need to get smaller
It is a natural progression
for the perverts of language
I will stand here forever if I have to
I will repeat myself until I am blue in the face
I will preach my sermon 
so you know my lines backwards
We can’t keep this up.
The next level of the game is here
These small rooms will need to get bigger
These big groups will need to get smaller
I am not trying to cramp your style
Big words need to get smaller
Long sentences need to get shorter
Attention spans need to span
Words need a screen
Words need a project
or they will die in the next breath
Books will burn bright so we can light our cigarettes
beside the tabloids
It is time to mock the system and get paid
You better check yourself
All this turtle crawling to the finish line needs to cease
What are you doing?
Who do you think you are?
What are you changing, except maybe your mind
Have you found a character in me
I am
You write
So I ask you let’s make characters
I know the streets
the states
the lines of demography
economic stratification
I am here
We need more characters
It is time to make a plan
Whatever
Draw up the blue prints
get to work
I know only a few poets anyway
They all sleep late
with a blanket hung over the northern window