Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Ginkos All Long Gateway

Ginkos All Long Gateway

Ginkos all long Gateway
and Pintos in the parking lot
Ginkos all long Gateway
and Pintos in the parking lot
You know I walks all long the
wayside cause that noise and
traffic don’t stop, don’t stop

Walking Cleveland, rust them boogie
oogie on a downtown blues

Walking Cleveland, walking Cleveland
rust them boogie oogie on a downtown blues

You know, there’s ginkos all long Gateway
and Pintos where you find the room

Walking Cleveland, and I am a camera
wipe salt peter on the sky
drop my hips wide like I was Cassandra

brick them blues, pull back the pavement
breathe it in wide like a mantra

Walking Cleveland, rust them boogie
oogie on a downtown blues

Walking Cleveland, walking Cleveland
rust them boogie oogie on a downtown blues

You know, there’s ginkos all long
Gateway and Pintos where you find the room


-Bree 2006

Wet Brain

Wet Brain

wet brain, little brain
i remember you when you
kept on top of things,
measuring dreams
with a straight-edge thumb

one sip of that forbidden,
one sip and your glances
shiftless thots adrift
spread out like logs
on a river whose current you
could not combat

so now you’re on tap
but without easy access
to your embraces
or your original eyes

wet brain, little brain
you kept on top of things
now you aint the same
little brain, little little
wet brain

whats become of
whats become of
whats become of my little
little little wet brain


-Bree 1998

My Woman

My Woman

i see my woman only in enchanted moments
devinely wrapped in clothes surreal
other-worldy, timeless

and she flirts with me
rounding figure eights about my crevices
and then she laughs at me and leaves me
itching for the ghost of future
mother’s fleeting comfort of the past

and she floats in a passing breeze
on the eve of consciousness she creeps
and she floats in a passing breeze
on the eve of consciousness she creeps

my woman comes to me in reams of self-
expression, she sings in me my throat full of light
we share a cigarette, our breath interlocking
in slow tendrils, then breaking

she slips into her robe, i slip into a muted peace
but im itching for the ghost of future
mother’s fleeting comfort of the past

and she floats in a passing breeze
on the eve of consciousness she creeps
and she floats in a passing breeze
on the eve of consciousness she creeps


-Bree 1997

Bus Stop Romance

Bus Stop Romance

your neck is hot, i feel the temperature rising
you look me in the eyes, it feels appetizing
bus stop romance, never had a real chance
you know, i think that im slightly cured,
i want to leave on my pants

absolute restraint—we got it
sinners and we saints—regardless
absolute restraint

we werent churchgoers of the month last month,
still im satisfied with lunch
you been unshy with me im sure,
you know i think that im slightly cured
lunchmeat sitting in the sun,
how long you been in the danger zone?

aw absolute restraint! we got it
sinners and we saints-regardless
absolute restraint


have you been riding this line long, babe?
stick a thermometer in the sun
we got good traction on our shoes, i know
why should we ride when we can run
run run into
the sun that is rising?

your neck is hot i feel the temperature rising
look me in the eyes, it feels appetizing
bus stop romance never had a real chance
they say we aint no saints
but we can
leave
on our pants

absolute restraint—we got it
absolute restraint—we got it
we sinners and we saints—we got us


-Bree 2010

Wasn’t Dealt a Fair Hand

Wasn’t Dealt a Fair Hand

wasn’t dealt a fair hand
the first to admit
wasn’t playing with a full bag
of nuts, never bluff on an
empty sack

and never look back

so the best hand’s gone to another man
go on and play another hand
you’re on a real short stack

you’ve got no givings, only misses
what’s in your buckle now?
‘smore than wishes
play’s you go you gone
swim with the fishes

looks like the table’s yours now
well better rake it in

sweep it like a sand castle
king of table manners

you know we wont take back
what’s yours

looks like the whole rack
everything’s at your disposal
you got it all man

you know you played your stack


-Bree 2008

Come for Me

Come for Me

may not be what it seems
never while away the dreams
deep in your heart,
deep in my heart,
come for me

lapkiss, lip-beat of fingers
on keys, what key is me?
deep in my heart?
be in my key
come for me
come for me.

-Bree 2003

King King

King King

king king
some men they think they a king
thing thing
but riches don’t mean a thing

when u got nothing
then you got nothing to prove
feels like the royal blues,
feels like the royal blues

don’t spend a nickel or a dime
to show me a good time

i mean save your money
i already think that you’re sweet and funny

lets go dancing in an old pair of shoes
feels like the royal blues,
feels like the royal blues.

-Bree 2001