Sound bites the dust Dreamy starshine Sunshine burst births lovely green…
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
Flames burning higher and higher The skies on fire Blue bullets rip Before I can kiss her goodbye The mermaids swim through
In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain
My rusty convertible In her daze gleamed of a scorchiin… Whilst by the rain she suffered Her oily paint slowly she shed Now she lies within the gates
Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets
Chaos chemistry In dreamy eyes Only true love exists The rest lies Lies told
Cobwebs in my mind Sand in my eyes Outside the birds chirp Their delightful surprise Gentle breezes
angel mermaid lost at sea one day she will be back visiting the sailors’ dreams she was beautiful
Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
