burrito boy

he's just a burrito boy living in a world full of burrito joy. a tiny little boy who loves his burrito time the way he shouts it from the sidewalks i'm a burrito boy. oh watch the way he chomps his burrito, boy, oh what a burrito boy. he is so lost outside in the great big world with no one to hold him and comfort him like the way a tortilla holds together all that warm inner joy of the burrito oh the burrito boy is a lonely boy who makes a living pretending the world is a this or that ploy but oh the burrito boy watch him as he chomps his burrito oh the burrito boy living in a womb of burrito joy oh burrito boy oh burrito boy.

a song of alchemy

"you change all the lead, sleeping in my head - to gold. as the day grows dim, hear you sing, a golden hymn. spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine"

the pikey

After my show I shared a plate of fish and chips with two pretty girls next to me at the thick wooden bar. We sat on our stools, high chairs. I joined them outside for a cigarette but didn't smoke one. I went back inside alone, paid for the food and left without asking for any piece of their share or of their futures.

I had a thought about a rainbow. I can't for the life of me remember it, the way it slid through. And you gotta be careful with the language when rainbows are involved, the cartoonish idea from a Lucky Charms commercial. 

Fuck, I forgot.