foxtales

Poems and Prose by Tim Fox

  • Teenage Love Song


    Well we sleep all night out 
    In the park
    The lights are the brightest when it’s
    Really dark
    Then I wake up just to
     Look at you
    And you say hey, what you
    Wanna do?
    And I say …

    I wanna get high
    With you
    Do all the bad things we
    Shouldn’t do
    Yeah I wanna get high
    With you
    Do all the bad things we
    Shouldn’t do


    Wake up wet all
    Damp with dew
    Grab a booth for breakfast eat an
    Egg or two
    Take  hot shower in your
    Parents’ house
    Soak us in the tub to get off
    All the dirt
    Soak real long so we dont
    Have to hurt
    Because …

    I wanna get high
    With you
    Do all the bad things we
    Shouldn’t do
    I say I wanna get high
    With you
    Do all the bad things we
    Shouldn’t do


    Now time crawls by then time goes fast
    I pump on the breaks while you hit the gas
    Now I’m not sure if I said it or dreamt it
    I just hope that you never forget it!

    Then we go to the bedroom flip on
    Your TV
    Pull down the nightshade so we don’t
    Have to see
    The world outside it’s so …
    Confusing man
    Pull the sheets over our heads ‘cause we don’t
    Give a damn

    And then …
    I wanna get high
    With you
    Do all the bad things we
    Shouldn’t do
    One more time …
    I wanna get high
    With you
    Do all the bad things we
    Shouldn’t do 
    Do all the bad things
    We wanted to

  • Illustrated Man

    “A man can be honest in any sort of skin.”
                        –Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, 1851

    I am an illustrated man.
    I got so many pictures that you can’t see me
    Guess I’m shrouded in
    Mystery
    Illustrated man.

    I got a dotted line
    Runs from my head to my heart
    I got a jagged line
    Tells you how to tear me apart
    Illustrated man.

    Oooooooooooooooooooo, Lord
    Illustrated man
    Oooooooooooooooooooo, help me
    I do the best I can

    There’s some stuff over here
    And some curly-cues
    This one says “Mother”
    But she may be lyin’ too
    Illustrated man.

    When I curl my arm
    This one here gives a wink
    When I clench my fist
    That means I got no time to think
    Illustrated man.

    Oooooooooooooooooooo, Lord
    Illustrated man
    Oooooooooooooooooooo, help me
    I do the best I can

    You’d better be careful
    When I come into view
    There’s just no telling
    What these pictures might do to you
    Illustrated man.

    Yeah, I’m just an illustrated man.
    I got so many pictures, but you can’t see me
    Guess I’m buried in
    History
    Illustrated man.

  • Friday Feeling, Again

    I feel that Friday feeling
    again
    Time for staying out late and drinking beer and
    sleeping in
    Throw off the chains for one more day
    Trade in my cage for another day
    At least until Monday rolls around
    again


    Time to try out being someone else
    Time to drop by your house and
    stay too long
    Time to watch TV and hear my
    favorite song
    At least until they all come home
    again


    Saturday afternoon and the park is hot
    Looking everywhere for someone who’s not
    so alone
    Sunday comes in like a bad excuse
    Ran around all night long with, nothing to lose
    but you

    Yeah, it’s just that Friday freedom
    again
    Time for staying out late and drinking beer and
    sleeping in
    Throw off the chains for one more day
    Trade in my cage for another day
    At least until Monday rolls around
    again

  • Song for Today

    I want to take everything
    that makes me me
    And shove it all
    To the bottom of the sea
    I want to take whatever it is
    that makes me me
    Shove it down deep where no one can see


    I want to go
    Where the bad boys go
    I want to do
    What the bad boys do
    I want to wake up, early today,
    Look over at me, then look over at you


    I want to live
    In the Interzone
    I want to smash up my telephone
    I want to make
    The world go away
    I don’t want to hear what you have to say 


    I want to take everything
    that makes me me
    And shove it all
    To the bottom of the sea
    I want to take whatever it is
    that makes me me
    Shove it down deep where no one can see

  • Squirrels

    Things are dark, things have . . . gone to shit
    I’m just gonna sit here and . . . have a sit
    Sit and do nothing for the rest of the day
    Yeah, I’m just gonna watch these squirrels play

    Look at that one, running ’round that tree
    Look at his brother, sitting and looking at me
    I take my well-earned arguments and all I’ve got to say
    And I’m just gonna watch these crazy squirrels play

    They don’t go nowhere, but it sure looks like fun
    I’d kill anybody who took after ’em with a gun
    Don’t care about your car and your fine array
    ‘Cause all I gotta do is watch these squirrels play

    I hear the talk on the left and on the right
    I hear that shit go down every night
    To me it ain’t worth a thing, it’s just a waste of space
    About as productive as watching these fucking squirrels play

    Well at least they have fun, at least they’re digging life
    They don’t care about my toil and strife
    There’s a black one and a white one in the same damn tree
    If I stay a little longer, maybe they’ll play with me

    Squirrels Audio

  • Nothing Left to Chance

    She said, “Pardon me, may I have this dance?”
    I said, “Yes, ’cause there’s nothing left to chance.”
    She said, “Why you looking at me sideways, all askance?”
    I said, “Well, I just think it’s kinda funny–there’s nothing left to chance.”


    We went to a park, we were ready for romance
    She said, “Well, I guess there’s nothing left to chance.”
    Grandpa’d died that day, he was such a handsome man
    I know he’d have said, “Son, there’s nothing left to chance.”

    I’d never been there if it weren’t his day to pass
    Guess that’s how I know there’s nothing left to chance
    I left her in the morning, I had to go on west
    She just smiled and said . . . “Yeah, I think that’s for the best.”

    Nothing left to chance, no, nothing left to chance
    You can say it’s all just, happenstance, but I know, I know,
    There’s nothing to chance

  • Careful With Me

    Be careful with me
    I’ve set a bad example
    Be careful with me
    I might tear out your heart
    Be careful with me
    I may rip down your temple
    Be careful with me
    I’ll stop before I start


    The things I’ve done
    I wouldn’t recommend ’em
    The things I’ve done
    Are advisable to no one
    The things I’ve done
    Are from the lion’s den
    The things I’ve done
    Make me the prodigal son


    In that old tale
    They welcome him with kisses
    In that old tale
    They killed the fatted calf
    In that old tale
    They gave him loaves and fishes
    In that old tale
    They cut the kid in half


    So be careful with me
    I really don’t know nothin’
    Be careful with me
    I live by sleight of hand
    Be careful with me
    My words are really somethin’
    Be careful with me
    I’ll fill your eyes with sand

  • Home Because of You

    Nashville is 1,000 years away
    And Kansas City seems like yesterday
    And everyone we know must have better things to do
    But this place feels like home because of you
    Yes, this place feels like home because of you

    And all the money that we spent on rent
    And all the places it’d be better spent
    Like fixing up a basement, or tearing off a roof
    But this place fees like home because of you
    Yes, this place feels like home because of you

    I like to spend my days out on the lawn
    I like to think about the days that now are gone
    I like to talk to puppies, and little babies too
    ’Cause this place fees like home because of you
    Yes, this place feels like home because of you

  • Lonely

    I am so lonely
    I am by myself
    I got nobody here
    Just me on this shelf

    Walked downtown today
    People just turn away
    Every store that I go to
    Nothing to buy & nothing to do

    I say, “Man, ain’t my money green?”
    He looks at me like he’s never seen
    A man as lonely as I could be
    Then he just takes my money from me

    Come back home again—light’s down low
    People all got someplace to go
    I just sit in my chair & cry
    I just watch the night go by

    When I’m drifting off to sleep
    I count myself as I’m counting sheep
    That’s one sheep more with nowhere to go
    That’s one sheep more than I’ll ever know

    I am so lonely
    I am by myself
    I got nobody here
    Just me on this shelf