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'