teh bebbeh

stormz mae rayj
adn fyrez burn
butt wot ar tehy
wen ai haz yoo

wen uvverz fyte
embray sin stryfe
ai own lee needz
tu snorglol yoo

lett tohse hoo wyl
embrayce teh dark
ai’l awl waes chooz
teh lyte ov yoo

ai’v yet tu fynd
tohse goldun wurdz
taht kan eggs press
teh grayce ov yoo

in awl teh wurld
teh own lee fing
taht reellee cowntz:
mai luv for yoo

tuu soon

tuu soon: it moovz
ai cannot see
mai wae a-hed
wer nekst tuu turn
tuu soon: it fawlz
adn berriez awl
taht ai hold dere
or soe ai fawt
tuu soon: it seemz
ai gayv up hoep
adn cownted yoo
among teh lost

evree teer ov yoors
ai did nott shayr
burnz itz wae froo
teh hart ov mee
evree moe ment taht
yoo hid aloen
adn cryde for mee
burnz froo mai sole

butt now yoor heer
bak in mai armz
ai hav noe wurdz
tu eggz press mai joi

drowse

among the vagrant threads of passing hours
I’ll drowse beneath the weight of Hypnos’ gaze
a murmured sigh the soundtrack to my dreams
I’ll seek to write an epic lay of laze

then marching to the beat of lazy days
counting them out in multiples of zeds
ask not what I can do but can avoid,
to contemplate the world from comfy beds

and burying myself in luscious warmth
a mattress-idle killing of the time
(a search for hidden depths will come to naught)
cat-napping, in this world, not yet a crime

hoem

ai’ve tuuk teh hai, teh loe roed
ai’ve clymed adn fawlen too
ai’ve hurd, ai’ve seen, ai’ve tryed, ai’ve been
inn surch ov sumfing nyoo

tehrez memreez ai kan cawl up
ov peepl adn playsez known
teh guud, teh bad, teh happeez, teh sad
bai knowin awl ai’ve grone

iff tehrez wun fing ai’ve disk uverred
noe mattur wer ai’d roem
inn loss, inn gayn, inn helf, inn payn
nott walls, butt yoo meen hoem

(ran dum) burfdae fawtz

“tihs aynt roknrol, tihs iz sunnysyde”

if tehre iz wun fing lyf haz tort mee
in elebenty-odd yeerz taht iz
yoo kan dispyoot wot kan be, wot mae be, wot wyl bee
butt iz poyntless too dispyoot wot iz

“nott wayverin, butt drowzin”

ai fort wee had a sumfing, butt,
ai’ve disk uvverd at tihs layt stayj
weer nott reedin form teh saym buuk
lett aloan form teh verree saym payj

“lyfe iz a cat-purrayd, mai frenz, kum tu teh cat-purrayd”

bai teh tyme yoo get too mai ayj
burfdaez iz a choor
teh own lee fing tahtz wurser
iz nott habbin ennee moor

“tu kreep, purrchance tu skreem”

wee sang yoo a song ov buffdaez
nao weel syng yoo a song ov fun
aw at leest we wood
iff own lee wee cood
butt it seemz yoo aynt gettin noen

“iz tihs teh reel lyfe, iz tihs in sannee tee”

teh storee ov mai lyfe
can bee sumd up, ai feer,
az: he nott own lee mist teh tar gut
he neber got enny wer neer

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