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.

Griddle play

there are days when all seems lost
There are times when you wonder
If you will last

Feelings running laps around your ever heavier soul
The starting pistol gripped in your hand
Knowing, but wondering still if it would do the trick

And then you smell,
The wonderful aroma, of breakfast being created
On the griddle

The griddle
Savior of days past
And days to come
The sizzle, you lose during the day, and into the disturbance
Of your sleep

The griddle that makes you
Wonder what could go wrong
The answer of course being everything

But for the moment

The griddle
Fills your being with hope
Gratitude, love
Yes love for the griddle,
Above all else.

The griddle