We're making plans... like:
Orange juice before guitar.

We're taking Advil PM
In hopes we may sleep tonight.

We're advancing on the age
Of splendor.

We're a technicolor dream coat dancing on strings.
God's the vendor.

Beethoven's not dead.
We hear him at the throat.

We sing like we were given no option
Fluttering around every note.

Then we collapse upon them
In the spirit of victory.

And we light a cigar
Or a cigarette.
King me.

Yardbirds scrum over rain borne delicacies
Dad overlooks my condition in some cloudy
effigy
Water trickles like musical triangles from soaked Silver maples
Tis medicine for sadness
A breakfast of reason , my morning staple* ...

There's glitter in the gutter
and your snowy steps won't help but slip
across the narrow beaten path
despite there careful hopeful placement

my heart aches when im not with you
salty flowing tears stream down my porcelain face making it red with anguish
i wish to never be apart from you for you are everything & my world to me
i love you with every heartbeat & every breath i take
your gorgeous grace envelopes me with love & warmth

I
Watched, this morning, a seagull swoop and dive outside my
Urban Window in awe ,wow!
Then,
Watched
The Left
In the house of commons
Trying
To make the right
See the error of their ways...
Cutting wealthfare,
Causing extreme hardship
To their fellow human beings
To
NO avail.

(Intervention--- look at history...The rich, monetary, fiscal, money,
Money , money!.... Something inhumane IS ruling things!)
The Tories
Calls it "tough love"
Yes, it is tough....ABSENT of love!

Regardless, all has been said
With
More to be said
For the
So called
Erudite
To listen.

Even if they don't
The
Heart
Will
Prevail!

Those gulls lull my soul!