A pair of ripe tomatoes
And a pepper or two

Sautéed
with onions,
Garlic bread would be cool.
Also feeding on your madness
Is a very short fuse
Maybe the pilots lights gone out
And there's an option there too.

Crusin' down the roadway

On a great afternoon

Another chance just blew up

And it ended too soon

At 65 the power poles

Space out like you do

And you wonder just how instantly

The crush might come true.


 March 13, 1995


You don't believe you'll ever know

The answer or the truth

Or why it is anything turns right

Turns out to be a fluke

Nothing seems to motivate

You ponder and muse

Your Life Force seems to oscillate,

You're so damn confused

Keep you head out of the oven
Keep your hands on the wheel
No doubt about it
This desperation is real
But don't slip and panic
When you'd rather not feel
Keep you head out of the oven
Keep your hands on the wheel