Jumped through the hulahoop The hole in zero The whole of the hole whole Now Hair and bones

Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating

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

Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides

Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees

Five O Three Cruising down the highway The stolen vehicle Sunroof down Gleaming in the sunlight

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there

Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah

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

angel mermaid lost at sea one day she will be back visiting the sailors’ dreams she was beautiful

Sound bites the dust Dreamy starshine Sunshine burst births lovely green…

Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness