A Spanish Rose

A Spanish rose,
plucked from her garden,
move from mountain
to ocean to sea
seeking shelter
she came upon my doorstep
and here’s what she said to me:

“Solo en cada país,
canta la misma cancíon,
trabajo por día,
grito por noche.
Oaio.”

She told a tale
of love requited
a rose’s season
to open full bloom.
but seasons change
to leave the broken hearted
alone, with her love
gone too soon, singing:

“solo en cada país,
canta la misma cancíon:
trabajo por día,
grito por noche.
Oaio.”


Anybody Anymore

jamie comes home with her face bashed in
her sister looks her over with a mischievous grin
“so you went to get screwed by him again,
you’re so f*ing crazy.”

jessie’s at the bar with her ears still wet
she talks real hard so the hustlers forget
she ain’t even got a driving license yet
she’s still just a baby

doesn’t anybody wanna know what the hell’s goin’ on?
doesn’t anybody ever notice when something’s gone wrong?
doesn’t anybody believe in love anymore?

jenny asked the preacher what the good lord said
his hand went up her skirt said he could show her instead
said if he could have her writhing in his bed
she’d be a believer

jimmy told his daddy that he thought he was gay
his daddy told him that he’d go to hell one day
jimmy said he’d rather choose that price to pay
than be a deceiver

he said doesn’t anybody wanna know what the hell’s goin’ on?
doesn’t anybody ever notice that something’s gone wrong?
doesn’t anybody believe in love anymore?