Fisherman’s Net 2000

Can I tell you one thing that I know to be true is that our love though beautiful can be fragile nonetheless.
Can I tell you that I love to smell your hair wet with rain what will we do when it becomes dry again.
Can I tell you that when you shout at me that I’m wrong that’s when I know that I am where I belong

Our love is like a fisherman’s net full when it’s wet and moving. Pick it up to look at it whole it’s rather holey. Like a wave we’re headed for, passing over the ocean floor soon to break coming on shore no longer there to see.

lf I don’t call you to let you know that I’m quite alright. I’ll be upset if you don’t try to start a fight.
After I knew that I’d had the best Tuesday of all time, I thought to steal you just to make sure that you are mine.

Our love is like a fisherman’s net full when it’s wet and moving. Pick it up to look at it whole it’s rather holey. Like a wave we’re headed for, passing over the ocean floor soon to break coming on shore no longer there to see.
Instrumental Break

If it lasts, it will be a kind of “loaves and fishes” thing. The well looks dry but it’s fed by an eternal spring .
Our love is like a fisherman’s net full when it’s wet and moving. Pick it up to look at it whole it’s rather holey. Like a wave we’re headed for, passing over the ocean floor soon to break coming on shore no longer there to see.

Crafty (2005)

You used to can things by hand where you did sterilize to avoid a bulging lid
Mason jars lined your car on the day you resolved to give almost half away

But I never had your summer squash or your red beets or your chokecherry jam

I never had your summer squash before winter began

Cut your dress patterns there down to size, Reversing vests can further economize. Fabric stores are a chore when you find Simplicity patterns are the only kind
But I never wore a bunny suit-or a cowboy outfit with matching spats
I never wore a bunny suit I was too proud for that

Crafty you’re so crafty oh ~ oh ah you could
Throw a pot like a pitcher,
Crafty you’re so crafty make a sink out of wicker
Crafty you’re so crafty
You could knit a flackjacket,
Crafty you’re so crafty, bake a pig in a basket

Knitting sweaters and scarves and shawls
Tenninating in hook-rug waterfalls
Weaving tapestries hanging on a rod
Make a mistake not to draw the ire of God
But I never used your blanket or serape or a pearlknit afghan.
I never used your patch quilt before summer began

Crafty you’re so crafty oh ~ oh ah could
Throw a pot like a pitcher,
Crafty you’re so crafty make a sink out of wicker
Crafty you’re so crafty
You could knit a flackjacket,
Crafty you’re so crafty bake a pig in a basket

Conjugar (Paul J. Johnson, 2021)

Amo, amé, amaré, Amo, amé, amaré

, Amo, amé, amaré, Amo, amé, amaré

ama, amó, amará, ama, amó, amará

ama, amó, amará, ama, amó, amará

No es fácil entender Quién cambia verbos sin querer No saben conjugar contigo.

La lengua romántica, si es, más torcida que inglés. Si hay más que un “s” pa ‘conjugar.

beso, besé, besaré beso, besé, besaré beso, besé, besaré beso, besé, besaré

besa, besó, besará besa, besó, besará

besa, besó, besará, besa, besó, besará

Cuando empiezo aburrir tengo lengua para seguir me gustaría contigo conjugar.

Repetir reduplicar los esfuerzos para amar poesía natural contigo

Eso termina con
aeioo

toco, toqué, tocaré toco, toqué, tocaré

toca, tocó, tocará toca , tocó, tocará toca, tocó, tocará toca, tocó, tocará

El acento cambiará Has mezclado una ay con ah. Tengo lengua para probar de conjugar

Regular e irregular son perspectos de amar y con eso conquistar contigo

lucho, luché, lucharé lucha, luchó, luchará

Sería una perdida conjugar a solas.

Eso termina con
aeioo

Translation

I love, I loved, I will love,
I love, I loved, I will love,

You love, you loved, you will love,

You love, you loved, you will love

It is not easy to understand Who accidentally changes verbs They do not know how to conjugate with you.

The romantic language, yes it is, more crooked than English. There is more than an “s” to conjugate.

I kiss, I kissed, I will kiss
I kiss, I kissed, I will kiss

You kiss, you kissed, you will kiss
You kiss, you kissed, you will kiss

When I start to get bored I have a language to continue I would like to conjugate with you.

Repeat reduplicate efforts to love, natural poetry with you

These all end with
a – e- i- o

I touch, I touched, I will touch
I touch, I touched, I will touch

You touch, you touched, you will touch

You touch, you touched, you will touch,

The accent will change You have mixed an ay with an ah. I have a tongue to try to conjugate

Regular and irregular are perspectives of love and with that to conquer with you

I fight, I fought, I will fight

you fight, you fought, you will fight

It would be a waste to conjugate alone.

These end with
aeioo

On My Ride (Paul Johnson, 2002)

On my ride I see all the things that look to me as old; I see green, I see burgundy and sometimes I see gold,
In my life, on my ride.
On my ride I see all the things I look to with regret, I seek hope or at least the power somehow to forget,
there’s a life beyond my ride.
B section
On a bus down the road, see arroyo far below, feel the motion a little sick, sure it all looks beautiful but tell
me are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?
A section
On my ride I see rows of wheat are waving back to me, I see sun-flowers hold their heads above the fields
to see there’s a life on my ride.
On my ride I feel wind upon my hair and my face, I return clutching memories of where it all took place.

B section
On a bus down the road, hear a lobo howling low, see his motion and he’s quick, sure it all looks beautiful
but tell me are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?
On my ride I see signs that tell me all where I could go, they withstand all the rain, sleet, hail, sleet, wind
and snow.
And the bus it continues at a regulated speed, sure enough the back toilet broke to torture those in need
On a bus down the road, see the nopal far below, smell the flower, feel the stick, sure it all looks beautiful
but tell me are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?

Luminol 2020

They sprayed luminol on the floors and all the walls and it glowed up like Christmas Eve if Santa cast spatter from his sleeve
Let science take it from here.

From the glow the victim lost 3 pints should have been dead to rights. I think where’s the body, Where’s the lead, did they bury it in lime to conceal the deed.
Let science take it from here
Turns out The spatter was bleach or lime, evidence of cover-up but not a crime.
Why can’t you get DNA from this massacre why can’t you get DNA from this scene, Why can’t you get DNA from this massacre For now

It’s simply circumstantial it’s simply circumstantial simply circumstantial it’s simply circumstantial

But
On a shirt
They found trilobal fibers consistent with his rival’s burgundy upholstery shade. Of this only 23 hundred made. Spectrographically indistinguishable hooray, but not a single print or a little DNA.

why can’t you get DNA from this massacre why can’t you get DNA from this scene why can’t you get DNA from this massacre. For now It’s simply circumstantial, simply circumstantial

An eyewitness puts the rival and apparent victim in the same room where he could have nicked him. But people’s memories are complete garbage easily affected by trauma and carnage
What are you gonna do, what you gonna say, gonna hope for a camera to save the day. in the video all I see is a bunch of shadows. Looked through the video evidence and who knows why. The perp doesn’t leave a trace behind, like he was plastic or an encounter of the third kind. Can’t stand it. can’t stand it.

Bridge
why can’t you get DNA from this massacre why can’t you get DNA from this scene why can’t you get DNA from this massacre. It’s simply circumstantial, simply circumstantial

“For every corresponding fiber there was a corresponding melting point which was the same”
“When we examined the synthetic fiber, the diameter and the color, we could say that they are the same we could not see any differences”

“I can definitely say it’s consistent with the fibers that appear on the victim’s shirt” Guanine, Cytosine, adenine, thymine

Florida’s gonna to be circumcised-2020

Ponce de León looked for water to extend his life,  to see the future. The water of the future comes from without to mark the magical peninsula. Water takes up more space when it is warm. So let us mark the bris of the sunshine state

‘Fore my pirate parrot dies Florida’s going to be circumcised if I laugh if I cry Florida is going to be circumcised

When you’re the last alligator to go flow back into the gulf of Mexico
Looking through the vast everloving Everglades lacking any green Crayola ever made

‘Fore my pirate parrot dies Florida’s going to be circumcised if I laugh if I cry Florida is going to be circumcised

For a margarita you only need tequila and lime on the ground there’s plenty of brine.
Soon enough you and I could lose the Keys, to a Cuban observation post undersea.

Bridge: And New Orleans as an Island standing in the breeze and New Orleans, lovely island, giving hope to those in need

‘Fore my pirate parrot dies Florida’s going to be circumcised if I laugh if I cry Florida is going to be circumcised

C section:
What would CSI Miami’s David Caruso say, when he sees an overflowing bay. When he sees, when he sees water to his knees.
Would he put his sunglasses on and utter:
“Somebody better call a plumber”

He won’t miss this bris this saltwater kiss. You won’t miss this bris this warm water kiss.
He won’t miss it.