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I’m having E-mail for breakfast
With a side of hashtags
Read the morning newsfeed
And group threads on WhatsApp

In my morning cup of coffee
I leave room for Tweets
I gotta check on Slack
Before I brush my teeth

I put down my laptop
And pick up my phone
The screen tag masks feelings
Of being alone

Oh I’m having E-mail
For breakfast
No nutrients, just a screen as I
Sit on my ass

I’m having Tinder for breakfast
Cause I’m so alone
I swipe right to every face
I see on my phone

I feel the rush of dopamine
As I get a match
I set up a date to try to
Get some snatch

I’m with a real person
And it’s going well
I can’t believe you brought me back
To your hotel

Oh I’m having E-mail
For breakfast
No nutrients, just a screen as I
Sit on my ass

Time to change the story
I cuddle you close
We start the morning right
Before we put on our clothes

I whisper sweet nothings
Into your ear
Right now it’s feeling good
Just to be right here

Today will not be starting
With a screen on my lap
Today’s the day I start the day
By fucking you in the ass

I’m not having E-mail
For breakfast (Not today, no way)
Today I get my first nutrients
From your ass

I’m having anal for breakfast
With a side of hashbrowns
By hash browns, I mean hash browns
You sick fuck, calm down

And as we continue,
I add some more lube
By lube, I mean lube
The ride needs to be smooth

And then I toss your salad
For a balanced meal
By toss your salad, I mean
Eat your ass

I’m not having E-mail
For breakfast (Not today, no way)
Today I get my first nutrients
From your ass

The next week, you went home
And I felt sad
I got my old primary
Back on my lap

I’m back to the morning
Routine of my past
Since I am no longer
Eating that ass

I’m having E-mail for breakfast
On my laptop and phone
The screen tag masks feelings
Of being alone

Oakland, California and New York, New York

Wicked Wendy was upset
At the fate her comrades met
At the hands of Super Dave and Daisy
Her anger was so risen
That she stormed to Stormhill Prison
To set all of her wicked friends free

The guards were easy to pass
She knocked them out with toxic gas
Then she opened up every last cell
Out walked Evil Evan and Dastardly Dan,
Followed closely by Sinister Stan,
Reuniting the Conniving Cartel!

The group retreated to Citadel Zero
To plot against our heroes
Who were resting on a well-deserved vacation
The Conniving Cartel
Did not wish them well
And planned an ambush to disrupt their situation

Poor Super Daisy and Dave, yea
There’s nobody to save ya
Super Daisy and Dave, yea
What will happen to our saviors?

The Conniving Cartel
Snuck into the Super Springwell
All of them strapped with cosmic shockwave guns
They each wore a plant disguise
And snuck up on all sides
Then jumped out and fired at once

While Super Dave’s heel was still healing
He had been honing his Davey feeling
He anticipated this ill-fated attack
The Cartel was firing at decoys
They were just life-sized toys
They were standing in the middle of a trap

You better bet
The Conniving Cartel was trapped in a net
Super Dave emerged and said,
“Don’t you see it never pays
To practice these wicked ways?
You should become super heroes instead!”

That’s part 3 of Super Dave, yea
Sometimes it’s brains that saves ya
The trilogy of Super Dave, yea
He’s a versatile savior

Part 3 of Super Dave
Oakland, California

You invited me over
And I said, “I will”
I had time to kill

We went to your room
And I thought it’d be groovy
If we watched a movie

She said, “Some things are cheap
But knowledge ain’t free
Try this DMT”

I said, “I’ve done lots of drugs
How hard could this be?”
But then I lost my me

I didn’t know it at first
But I was in for a thrill
It was an ego death & chill

The day I met you
Is the day I broke through
Ego death & chill

I hung with machine elves
They were smelling the sounds
It was a cosmic smackdown

I started to slide
Off the identity ride
No inside or outside

From end to beginning
A continuous spinning
The jester started grinning

The day I met you
Is the day I broke through
Ego death & chill

Written with Brad Burge
Oakland, California

Mr. Lemoncello
Was a kitty professor
He showed up to class
All dressed in leather
The lessons that he taught
Were impossible to learn
They were absurd
They had no words

Because he’s half lemon
And he’s half cat
Just try you to imagine that
He pukes hairballs when he’s whipped
He puckers when he meows
When his students get too rowdy
He seeps citrus from his bowels

How did Mr. Lemoncello come to be?
Well I’ll tell you the story
Listen carefully
Mr. Lemoncello’s mother was
A cat who liked to sub
One day was was tied up
Onto a lemon shrub

A lemon was squeezed
In between her kitty thighs
A seed also fell in
And led to a surprise
A few months later
She popped out a special fellow
This half-feline she named
Mr. Lemoncello

Written with April “Peep” Shippen
Oakland, California

It’s all flowing into you
You can catch lightning
If you let it pass through

Gotta lose your mind
If you want to find

At once both simple and intricate
The web weaves
Lean into it

Gotta lose your mind
If you want to find

Running along
The riverside
An empty desert
Where you can’t hide
From highest mountains
To beach and sea
To the lonely forest
Where I’m just with me

Rewrite combining Find & Seek (original), Untitled Poem, and Behold!
Oakland, California

Coast to coast
With love and stories
With learnings and sorrows

Cherish the precious time we have
Your compass heading is set
Let the road there choose you

At once both simple and intricate
The web weaves
Lean into it

Lean into yourself
It’s all but a breath
Unpredictable but reliable

Who moves the pen?
Who forms the words?
Creation itself is of course the great Mystery

Truth is revealed
As I let go
As I drop back

As I
As eye
Simply observing

Behold!

Baltimore, Maryland to Oakland, California

Nothing I can say
Didn’t want to end this way
Nothing I can do
But let go of you

Talk to me
Just talk to me
Talk to me
Why won’t you talk to me?
Talk to me
Please

In the story that you’re running
You have case me as the villain
But that is not a role
That I’m interested in fillin
All I wanna do
Is see you and work it out
But if you won’t see me
Then I guess that I am out

Even if we have to end
I still want to be your friend
But if you won’t answer
Then there’s no way we can mend
I will always love you
But I know that we have reached the end

Baltimore, Maryland

Evil Evan had a plan
Far more evil than Dastardly Dan
To take over all of the world
He schemed to block out the sun
And cast darkness on everyone
At his signal, it slowly unfurled

As the sunlight faded away
He knew Super Dave would try to save the day
But he had an evil plan for that too
The one weakness of Super Dave
Was a cosmic shockwave
And he had a cosmic gun to debut

As Super Dave drew nearer,
Evil Evan watched through his evil mirror
And prepared to confront his arch foe
He hid in a dark ditch
Near the sun-blocking switch
To ambush Super Dave from below

What will happen to Super Dave, yea?
Will he be able to save ya?
What will happen to Super Dave, yea?
When there’s a cosmic shockwave, yea?

As expected, Super Dave
Found Evil Evan’s evil cave
To restore the light from the sun
He found the right switch
But he didn’t see the ditch
Where Evil Evan sprung out with his gun

Evil Evan fired a shot
In fact, he fired quite a lot
And Super Dave attempted to jump free
One cosmic shockwave
Hit the heel of Super Dave
Our hero was dropped down to his knee

Evil Evan made an evil grin
And put his gun to Super Dave’s chin
And prepared for his final victory
[Pause]
But Super Daisy flew in
And subdued Evil Evan in a pin
Super Dave and the world were free!

That’s the sequel to Super Dave, yea
Sometimes he’s the one who’s saved, yea
Super Dave, yea
Super Daisy is his savior

Sequel to Super Dave
Baltimore, Maryland

It’s running through you
You can catch lightning
If you let it pass through

It’s more about the how than what you do
It can be frightening
But you don’t have to stew

Let go of the old, let in the new
Senses heightening
Time to move, put on your shoe

Garrison, New York and Baltimore, Maryland

The river flows
The river bends
Don’t know where
It begins or ends

The purples and yellows
Stick out from the greens
Don’t know the way
But I have the means

They pass on foot
They pass on wheels
Don’t know what to think
But I know how it feels

A greeting, a shout
A whistle, a cry
I know the sounds
But I don’t know why

Don’t know what’s next
But I like it that way
Don’t know about tomorrow
So I’ll live for today

Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
The truth of course is
I really don’t know

Eugene, Oregon