Tim Tipton

Late Hours of the Night

In the late hours of the night 

I am pushing everyone away

I have all week but tonight I am brutal about it

camped in front of my favorite window without any

distractions to tempt me  

All I want is the sad music of roads lined 

with larches and skewed moon to light it

I get weird in the late hours of the night

my organism gets tricked, the lure of the fading

light cuts me to the bone with the owls testing 

the field, the nocturnal bare sky, the crisp air, and the yellow pool of city lights

My mean streak slowly fades as the late hours

of the night rolls on.

We’re All Going To die

My grandmother,

my rock-of-Gibraltar,

tells me she has lung cancer.

I asked how long do you have?

She said,

Nothing lasts forever, dear, were all going 

to die.

That doesn't sound too good to me.

Rock Star 

Hey. you over there!

Wanna be a rock 'n' roller?

Study the moves, kid, study 

James Brown singin' in tight pants

sweat oozing from every pore

Elvis swinging' his pelvis

back 'n' forth, females swooning

Get in line, kid, now

feel the beat and that heat, Pete!

Hear the crowd roaring

You're a rock 'n' roller

Everything and everyone 

thinks you are a star

Consume it and take it all

You are a rock 'n' roll star!