LOVE IS 

Love is only loneliness
Divided by another
Love is only living for the lonely

Love is only loneliness
Divided by another
And I know that life is lonely

MAHOGANY WOOD 

I wish I was bigger
I wish I was tall
I wish I had houses
Instead of this hall

Somebody put me
Inside it one day
I know who it is
But he won't let me say

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

He looks at me sometimes
And sometimes he knocks
On doorways beside me
And sometimes he rocks

Me to sleep in a chair
For he knows that I need
Affection as much
As a cut needs to bleed

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

MARGARET FREEMAN 

Margaret Freeman had a body
Unlike any I'd seen
It seemed to drip her mental thoughts
Like much too warm ice cream
One day while she washed the dishes
In the nude I saw
How her mother's sodden ways
Had rubbed her rib cage raw

MELANCHOLY CLUMPS 

Genesis 6-8
Like a message from the dead
The raven circles overhead
Its shadow seems to softly hold
The sickly scent of sour souls
And says this ship will be the home
Of melancholy clumps of bone

MELON COLLIE LASSIE 

boys from home forget to phone
And love is like a loan
Depending on the bending
And the mending of a moan

Melon Collie Lassie knows the needs of new who come
To see the Zuider Zee and then they float from one to
some
Forever while she washes all the clothes are never clean
And if you ask her where you are it tends to make her
mean

MICKEY - THE MUMBLING MIDGET 

Mickey the mumbling midget
was ten years old today
Mickey the mumbling midget
somehow ran away
Mickey the mumbling midget
was not in his cage
Mickey the mumbling midget
soon would need a shave
Lassie looked at something shapeless lying on the lawn
Scratchy at some scabby sores and stretching as it
yawned
It seemed to be uneasy as it looked up at the moon
She sensed the tension in the air and smelled a sweet
baboon.
Pungent was the warm aroma drifting in the air
She hoped he would smell her heat and lick her
silken hair.
Run Mickey run
Run Lassie

MIGRATION 

We're rising as the sun retreats into the trees
Thinking of our destination as we start to leave
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea

Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea

Marching to the sea, marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea

Smiling from the gentle touches of the evening breeze
And no one is unhappy now and no one is fatigued
We're marching to the sea, marching to the sea

I'm a tired old man in a tired old land
Watching shadows moving across the sand
Now they move at night and I understand
That they cannot see more than they can stand

I have been deceived, I have been murdered
I have seen the soul of a unborn lamb
It can burn a hole in a guilty man
But it cannot stand in a foreign land

We have left our lamb, we have left our land
We have left behind all we understand
Now we must cry out, yes, we must demand
That children live in a land that's low

Where the holes are deeper than light can go
Let them have not pride but instead a soul
That sees the shame of the hands that hold

MOISTURE 

Someone saw a strange amount
Of moisture on her lips
And it was also seen upon
Her arms and on her hips

No one knows exactly who she was or how she died
But when they opened up her purse
They found a snail inside

MR. MYSERY 

They call me Mr. Mysery
They laugh and dump, decay on me
He let them throw me in a pit
Full of angry, spite and spit
With wasted flesh and broken bones
God has left me all alone

He made me Mr. Mysery
I don't know why he's mad at me
He made me Mr. Mysery
I don't know why he's mad at me

He hates my hands, he hates my skin
He hates the smell upon my chin
But he still shines his light on me
With love disguised as agony
I beg for pain but not for death
His hatred fills my emptiness

MY SECOND WIFE 

Yesterday my second wife fell in the afternoon
Slipped into hysteria and talked about the moon
Well this was only temporary so the doctor said
So I watched a football game and she went off to bed