Trombone

Trombone

You say we’re just friends
then hold me in your smile
we go for a walk
and don’t talk, for miles.

When we’re alone, just like
a trombone, you slide
right into my heart.

I try to listen to my own heart
when you say
that you don’t look at me that way,
and what I hear is just what I see,
brown eyes, singing sweet songs,
singing their love to me.

They say we’re just friends,
but why should I explain
that when the night ends
you’ll be driving me insane.

When its just you and me
its like a jubilee
oh, honey, when we’re alone
you come on just like a trombone,
you slide right into my heart.


-Bree 2000

Cat Box Blues

Cat Box Blues

Thot id landed in Fort Knox,
baby kept me in furs and rocks,
then he sailed way East babe,
he changed the locks.
Now im deep in the cat box.

Better never love a man
who treat you too good, yeah.
If he’s a real shoe, man, and he
act jes like he should.

Crazy tom will be loving his gal,
then be leaving her cold
just for not doing as she’s told.

I’m deep in the cat box,
(I’m down in it) deep in the cat box.

Crazy man shouldn’t leave his pussy
deep in the cat box.
Crazy man shouldn’t leave his pussy
so deep in the cat box.

Now im the type of kind of gal
who knows money too well.
Been high up on the bar sometimes
and also deep in a well.
Be a long time coming
till I’m sharing my milk
with another tom tied
up in silk.
I’m deep in the cat box.
I’m down in it.
So deep in the cat box.

-Bree 2005

My Ladder

u are so very glad and nice
i want to love you love you twice.
the song you write will be unsung,

i want to climb you like
a ladder
rung by rung.

the bell it sounds for each of us,
the bell i found inside your eyes
so damn soft to the touch.

the way you love makes that bell sing.
the way the bell rings makes me blush
right in the camera you stare
stone embankments
past the taker
goes your
glance in glad
enchantment comes

the undertaker,
memories of you
there goes my mind.

i want to love you love you kind.
the song you write might be unsung.
i want to climb you like a ladder,
rung by rung
rung by rung
rung by rung.


-Bree 2011

Progress

and we all know the way
and we all see at times
but some walk the beam
while others must strive

and yet in colliding we tend
to remind one another to
lay low, to hover, and
let it all go

and to live without knowing the way.

and there isnt any age when life
eases up cuz its all the same,
we’re just different

and the leaf speaks the same
as poet or philosopher,
knowing what’s what

takes homogenous thought
and a rhythm-trained ear

for progress travels in sound
aging want for the music life
lends to the listening

-Bree 2000

Turned On

Turned on is inclusive
its more than just mind
its legs and its juices
all flowing in their time

Its notes beat out,
predicting our next move
(hey)

It’s a tiny melody
waiting in the wings.

Turned on is contagious,
it breeds more of the same.

Keep movings with these rhythms, babe.

Its more,
its more,
its yours and mine,
its fine, its fine.

Turned on is elusive,
a poem off its mind.
With words at its sluices,
they slip away sometimes,
(its fine).

-Bree 2000

First Class Citizen

I stand above a valley, peering out over
brocolli carpet, those tall trees,
waiting like a welcome mat.

I bobble back and forth, I play with death,
and then I take a step back, laughing at my naughtiness.

And I know, and I know that the climb back up’s
a hearty one, I take the bike path instead.
Smiling at the passers by, I pass on
the left, I am the first class citizen.

Don’t give disturbing thoughts encouragement
if you know what’s good for you.

And don’t heed the preacher, don’t stay in bed,
get up! Get out and live instead.

And don’t listen to your mom, don’t listen to your dad,just listen to the voices inside your head.

And don’t pick the flowers, don’t feed the bears
If you know whats good for you
if you know whats good for you.


-Bree 1996

Teacher, Thing Of Beauty

what i see
i can’t remember,
what i hear
i might forget,
when u show me
with yr hands,
like that,
u know i’ll never quit

because to learn is a thing
of beauty, once u know
it becomes yr duty
to do a thing right every
time, please do it quick!

(o, do it quick)
because to learn
is a genuine diamond
with a hardness i’m
findin hard to resist,

with my hands in a fist
i can’t take yr gifts,
o, teacher, won’t ya
school me,

please don’t be cruel to me,
so much is new to me,
all i know’s what i see
i can’t remember,
what i hear
i’ll soon forget

when u show me with
yr hands like that
u’ll find i’m not so thick
because to learn is a
thing of beauty, and yr it, it, it, it, it.

-Bree 2010