John Vanderslice

Watch The Java

I used to go down to the popsicle stand,

’til I found out it’d been blown

by a people from a foreign land.

I said, ”This is not my home.”

I used to go down to the coffee shop,

’til I watched the java burn.

It takes an hour to read the morning paper.

It takes a minute just to learn…

Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.

Who you are, is in who lives within you,

and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.

Who he is, a forever friend.

I used to go to Tom S. Lubbock High,

and I stayed there ’til the end.

But I realized I was lonely

when I made my one-hundredth friend.

Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.

Who you are, is in who lives within you,

and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.

Who he is, a forever friend.

What I was, was someone else.

Well, that don’t matter now.

Who he is, is in this book,

and he can show you…

Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.

Who you are, is in who lives within you,

and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.

Who he is, a forever friend.

I used to go down to the church house,

but I never understood.

But he always understood me,

and he said that I am good.

I used to go down to the popsicle stand.

Mister Teapot

Mister Teapot asked Miss Cookie Jar to his house by the sea, 
He said, “I’m a little teapot, short and stout, why don’t you marry me?” 
We can go to the city! I’ll be a waiter and you can teach.”

They unfolded their checkered napkin and ate cookies on the beach.

Mister fork eyed Little Miss Spoon across the beef stew. 
He said, “Hey Miss Spoon, I sure would like a spoonful of you.”

They got the knife to do the wedding for Mr. Beef, Chicken, and Pork.

They hopped into the dishwasher, and out came nine baby sporks!

We go together like carrots and peas,

cinnamon and sugar,

ham and cheese!

Like peanut butter and jelly, just to name a few, 
but they don’t go together like me and you!

I know it’s easy for kitchen utensils to fall in love, as I’m sure they often do, 
but Mister Teapot ain’t got no idea ’bout how much I love you. 
Let me be your Mister Teapot, baby, even though I’m short and stout 
’cause baby, love’s forever, yes sir, and I know we’ll work it out.

To stay

Gone Since Five circa 2000 by Rich Williams

She spends thirty dollars at the makeup counter boutique. She tries to hide her ugly with shades of blue and pink. I think she once spent ninety on a care bear tattoo. And if she could only find me, she’d say goodbye to you. You.

She wears some old clothing she bought at garage sales. It makes up for her knowing and once again she fails to be what you expected or even comprehend these battles that defeat you. You called yourself her friend.

She spends three hundred dollars on a ticket to nowhere. She tells the travel agent she doesn’t really care…

She’ll make up for it once more. She will find the words you were searching for and you, you will pay for this one day. When she remembers and decides to go away. To stay.

She remembers things now. The sadness that it brings now. In her mind it rings now ’cause all she knows is you.

She calls you from the payphone at her hotel/resort. She needs to buy a ticket, a ride to the airport. She says she wants to see you. She misses you again. These battles that defeat you, you called yourself her friend.

Blue again

Gone since five circa 2000 by Rich Williams

What are you waiting for? Your skies are blue again. You need to find someone, you’ve lost your only friend. What are you waiting for?Who’ve you got to blame? You remember how he looks, but you don’t know your name.

You told him you’d be back again. Like you always do. He’s expecting you. So what are you waiting for? He needs you more than he ever did.

And he’s gone. You need some room to breathe. He’s still haunting me. Feels so terribly. Tell me what’s wrong my friend. Your skies are blue again. He’s not gonna hurt you any more. What are you waiting for?