SEE AND SMILE

HAPPY

MOVING THROUGH THE WORLD

LOST IN BOOKS

ENGROSSED IN THOSE AROUND ME

I'M HAPPY

SIMPLE, YES

STILL TRUE

TRAVERSE THE DISTANCE

THROUGH THE BRIGHTLY LIT HALLS 

I TRAVERSE

FEELING AS THOUGH I TOO SHOULD BE SMILING

THE DRAWINGS FROM THE PEOPLE THAT CAME BEFORE ME 

SOME PLACES SCATTERED, SOME IN TIGHT UNIFORMED LINES

TELL STORIES I FEEL I HAVE LIVED

REMORSE, GRATITUDE, EMPTINESS AND JOY

STARING AT EACH PICTURE FOR SOME GLIMPSE INTO MY OWN STORY

CITIES DRAWN, PROUD STANDING, THEN BURNED TO THE GROUND.

AIRCRAFT BLAZING THEIR WAY INTO THE INFINITE, ONLY TO CRASH DUE TO RANDOM MISCALCULATIONS AND GRAVITY

HOW DOES SOMEONE DESCRIBE THEMSELVES TO OTHERS

IT'S SOMETHING I HAVE ALWAYS FALTERED ON.

WATCHING OTHERS I BELIEVE I CAN SEE THEM

DEVOURING THE TIME GIVEN TO THEM WITH RELISH

AND THE OCCASIONAL BUNCH OF FINELY CHOPPED ONIONS

WOULD I BE HAPPIER AMONG THE SHADOWS

I HOPE THE ANSWER IS NO

BUT AT TIMES I WONDER 

AT TIMES I SEEK IT ALL

AT TIMES I TRAVERSE 

FFBT

FUTILE FRUGAL BUGLE TUBA

CORNED CANNED BANNED BASS

HITHER HIPPO SKIPBO TONG

WHITHERED WINO DRUM SLUM 

LET'S FACE IT

YOU

ARE LUCKY

SHE HAS A SOFT SPOT , SOME CALL IT A WEAKNESS,

FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU

CAUSE , LET'S FACE IT

YOU ARE RUNNING TOWARDS A BLEAK PLACE

SOME WOULD SAY SPRINTING

YOU 

SHOULD BE MORE 

ALERT TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU

THOSE WHOSE LIVES YOU TOUCH

CAUSE, LET'S FACE IT

YOUR OFTEN LIKE A PLAGUE

KILLING AS YOU GO

YOU

COULD TURN YOURSELF

AROUND AND STOP THE MADNESS YOU CREATE

FOR PEOPLE LIKE HER

WHO YOU ARE TEARING DOWN

CAUSE, LET'S FACE IT

....

LUCKY VIOLETS

READ ARE THE ROSE

BLEW ARE THE VIOLET

THEIR STAMEN EXUBERANT

AND ALL IS SET

PICKLED PARROTS PREENING THROUGH THE HAZE

walking forward with iron hooves
candy laden streets,troughs full to the brim
fire soaked cloths in dreams
parrots preening through the haze
pickled lathes riddled with fools at the ready
unto the daybreak the souls stagger
weaving
tapestry draped out among the littered dunes
ale for the ailing, juice squeezed from plaster walls
addled in their minds,mindful of the steps
each takes
steeling themselves
for salvation and destruction
fleeting moments filled with clarity and pain
the sun is rising, peeking from under the covers it held so tight
oranges and yellows wash into the indigo swaths
the horses of the third shift cough politely
their kind way of saying the night has lifted
the day has both ended and just begun
children will be waking
first shift will take them on their way
finally rest will descend as the sun continues to rise
for the people riding forward with iron hooves

ROUND AND ROUND THE GRASSHOPPER GLANDS

ROUND CROWNS FIT THE BEST

ROUND TIRES GO THE FARTHEST

ROUND HERE, WE DON'T GIVE A GOSH TOOTIN

ROOTIN FOR ROUND , ROUND HERE

IN THESE PARTS 

IS LIKE BELLY DANCING FOR GRASSHOPPER GLANDS

SWEAT, LIKE OLD MONEY AND THE LOVING PUREE OF TOE JAM

ROUND GOES THE WORLD, OR SO WE ARE TAUGHT

ECLIPSE THE ELIPSE, RUN THE COUNTRY MILE

HONEY FROM THE SUCKLE GRAPE ON THE VINE

ROUND AND ROUND, DIZZY UNTIL THE END

WHIRLY GIG AND GIGS OF POWER. 

SING THE BLESSED GROVES FROM THE TAMPED NIGHT

ROUND CROWNS WITH POINTS TO STAB AND PLUNDER

ROUND TIRES TO WEAR AWAY THE MILES

WHERE THERE'S A BEAR, YOU WILL FIND THE SQUARE

NO BEAR WEARS THE ROUND CROWN 

IN PARTS AROUND THAR'

waxing tendrils

twas

twasn't

twas the night

screeched the day.

twas the day

screeched the night

ambivalence from the trees

with the crows perched within

surprise from the glades who so recently

sang the praises of both from it's dankness and sweat

eargerly  rancid time groped for a foothold upon either party

angerly the juxtapositioned entities spoke and raked the other against the 

near imperceptible clawing 

of the abyss, and all of 

her waxing tendrils

be of a mind

be sound

group hug

snack light, night light, pack light, good night

blemish on the star

park the dark car against the stark quarantine mark

place the guava gently upon the blade 

rolling eyes' ones that have been plucked and dropped.

mask the day , mask the night, mask the tape

drifting, pushing wicker against the grain, the wheat, the prank

misfit of time, greet the wonderous aroma of ofal

packed tight like a loose sweater

bulbous bulbs poke from the ground

swell is the dischord of whorish brandishing

encroachment, encampment , to the mine of the mind, blue curses form from the red

toast

burned,

mental groan

smith & wesson oil

drink deep, cough shallow, swept into the mist

GOOSE AND GRIDDLE NEVER GONE

MAKESHIFT

BOIL THE SHRIMP

TINY PUZZLES LITTER THE SKY

PINK FEATHERS GRAZE IN THE ATMOSPHERE

WHILE HOGS JOIN THE GRIDDLE SERVERS

PANCAKE TO THE HOLY

PICTURE THE GRAY 

INTO THE MIND BEAR

WIZEN

WHITHERED

WIZARD 

TO DECAY

JOYCE WAS NEVER THE TARGET, ONLY THE PLOY

GREEN PLACARDS SPLAYED UPON YOUR HOMES

BLUE MOODS CHUMP THE RISEN 

GOPHER SENDS HIS LOVE

 TO THE PLANKS , SHIVERS, AND GRINS

AWAITING IN THE BACK OF EVERYONE'S FRIDGE

SILENCE

 IS THE GLEAN

THE ROPES OF MASTERY GIVE AWAY NOTES

AND NUTS, AND CIGARETTE BUTTS

BRUISE THE HONEST

TRAP THE INNOCENT

SPRAWL AND WONDER

PREGNANT PAUSE

TWINS ON THE WAY

DEE AND DUM

IGNORE THE OCEAN SCUM

WANDER

THROUGH YOUR DAY

THE WAY A WIGGLE DOES

PLAY THE HARP, RIP THE HEART

PLUMBED THE RUPTURE

'SPLODING TUBES OF ANGER

HOTDOGS SERVED ON RASBERRY HAMBURGER WHEAT

CLOGGED IS THE MERRIMENT AND THE SANDSTONE GRIT

HOORAH, HOORAH

GLIMPSE THE LIGHT BEFORE THE FRAY

INDIGO, IN YOU GO, STUFFED

CRAMMED IN THE CLAM

PEARL OF THE SANE

GRIN AND SLITHER

GREETINGS FROM HERE TO THERE

THE JESTERS ARE KEEN TO MAKE YOU LAUGH

THE POLITICIANS TO GET YOUR VOTE

THE EVERYDAY JOE AND JANE 

REGALED IN THEIR GOWNS AND GET UPS

TRACK THE BEAST

HUNT THE SIMPLE

GROWN IN YOUR BACKYARD 

THE HUMMUS FIELDS DO FLOW

THE WIND INSTRUMENTS GROWL AN EERIE TONE

AS THE WIZ MAKES HIS ENTRANCE

GLOOM AND DOOM AND MACAROON

PUSHERS AND PICKERS GALORE

WRECKING THE TROMBONE BISCUITS AS THEY APPEAR

GET IT OVER, PULL THE PLUG

BLUNT IS THE NAME OF THE DAY

GROOVY GRAVY and the THE BULLET TRAIN

GROOVY IS THE SOUND

YOUR FEET SKIP 

THE ROAD AHEAD LIES BEHIND

WHAT AN AWESOME TRIP

BEGONE CLOTHES, MAKE WITH THE STRIP

HOLD THE CABOOSE

HOLD YOUR OWN

NEED A COUCH

YOU CAN GET ONE ON LOAN

GOING GRAVY, GETTING GROWN

GORILLAS WITH GUNS

'EVER MAKING WITH THE JOKE

LUCY IS QUIET

GOLDFISH FEATHERS BULLET WHILE YOU STROKE

TOO FAST TOO HARD , UNTIL IT'S BROKE

RIDING, READING LIFT UP

ROARING, GEARING TO THE SUMMIT

PASSENGER TRAIN ON THE LEFT

OVER THE HILL TO PLUMMET

GIDDY UP, GUITAR STRUM IT.