Four rows from Wilco

Four rows from Wilco
And the music is divine
My friend and I cheer with the audience
As hypnotic tunes direct my mind
I go in and out of trances
Energy from the crowd intensifies
While pseudo hippies perform ridiculos dances
Numerous guitars wail like screaming chickens
On the stage the leader singer calmly prances
In and out through the aisles
People storm the bar for beer
But I just stand and listen
While Jeff Tweedy tells Bush
He can kiss my rear (not even close to what he really said)
After it was over
The moment was captured and enclosed
To a special place in my head
Where I can go to remember when I forget
That the Wilco show at the Fox
Was the shit.

Couldn't find a morsel for a meal
that was worth consuming
Couldn't see the goodness in the preachers words
for they were all dooming
Couldn't think of how to begin the process
because I was so use to the concluding
Couldn't find a special spice
to brighten the stew I was brewing

Bitter wads of cosmic goo
you stuck to me
when i stepped on you
you were always there for me
at the bottom of my shoe
smearing gladness across the grass when i ran
never criticizing my big master plan
you never did say much
always thankful when i gave you something to munch
bitter wads of cosmic goo
please say that you like me too

Across the bridge and Puddle of Pud

Thanks to everyone for posting those nice comments from my first post.

Across the bridge in the land of gaping mouths
a voice cried out it's unending hymn of praise
a voice sighed before its' spirit was to fade
and two ragacious rouges
were brought humiliated upon a stage
spitting with disgust
at their brothers who had been betrayed
by the one who accused the rouges of doing the inhumane



Puddle of Pud
why were you a dud
we sat side by side in prison
digging our pirdeless ditches
later I gave you kingdoms and riches
and you repay me with a duck!

What the fuck!

Large Masses of Floating Green

Hello. My name is Sean Abrahams and this is my blog.


Large masses of floating green
bring forth visions of new things to come
and whisper gently into our ears
your message of wisdom

Large masses of floating green
bring forth refreshing drops of moisture from the sky
and caress the soil that misses you so

Large masses of floating green
bring forth the kisses you left hiding in the sink
and let the strength of their spring hit me hard enough
so that I can remember how beautiful it all use to be
when I'm too old and in the way

More soon to come... Fuck Splenda!