i wanna be a barista
i just wanna show you my beans
flava you just can't resista
i'll let you decide what that means

i wanna be a barista
and i'll pour you a frothy brew

amazing
how i've gone through
most of my life
without seeing this
and now here it is
stretched way out before me
seemingly endless
and a beautiful blue green

and i'm standing here

hmmmm...nightfall...
time to start the ole nightly ritual again
i mean...after all i've been sleeping here all day
in the closet hanging upside down from this rack

twisted contorted life not how it seems
i find myself trapped in feverish dreams
my eyes out of focus wicked extremes
sheets cling to my body sweating in streams

i am safe here
way deep back
within this thick shell
where it is dark
but it is dry
and i can barely hear
the waves of the ocean
beating without mercy
against the shore outside

hello there, mr. pink one...
aren't you just so dapper today?
swimming down there
with your big black bowtie
and little duckie tux
going courting today?
well...i wish you luck

i'm just a country boy
and i like to keep things simple
in my life...
and this...oh this...
is anything but simple

how in hell did i get here?
let me retrace my steps of last night

i blow and blow yes
till my face is all blue
squeaking and squawking
on my new kazoo!

so shiny and red
with some blue and black
with matching helmet
in case of attack!

i stand there
in the middle of anywhere
and i listen to
the horses' hooves
as they pound
on the pavement
building like a drumroll
louder and louder
closer and closer
and yet...

i watch the window
on this lazy day
as the rain hits
all the drops trickle down
and run together
making art
in their own special way
out of the randomness of nature

we're one happy family
oh our life is so keen
we're toothsome and winsome
and all that's in between
so well versed in manners
no...we never are mean
and excercise daily

a million television screens
are stretched out before me
and i, in my right hand,
hold the only remote
it is my job, at this point
one would suppose,
to pick the channel

i watch, eyes agog
at my bubbling brew
notions and potions
they cook and they stew
frogs hop all around
they croak and they spew
the tenement netch
basement number two...

eventually...
all of this will end
and i can be myself again
so comfortable
within my own skin
with the beat of my own heart
pounding in tune to
the energy of my spirit

eventually...

oh yes somewhere amongst
all the twitter and tat
i find the domain of
such an ole pussycat

his name is sir bubbly
just a fuzzball with legs
and unlike the doggies
this tomcat never begs