love is not timed
limitless patience
love knows no bounds.

I met with a Man with a gun
and the gun defined Man so much

He had a trigger finger
and a bright shiny holster

We started to argue with respect
but in the end

He pulled out his gun
and shot me dead.

He picks them up at random
Takes them out
Becomes engrossed in one
Then the next

Finished with them
He dumps them back
Where he found them
A little worse for wear

Cigarette-smoke blowing off balconies
And off our rusty intimacy
Took your hand, took a twirl and fell
Into an ocean of what we called taboo

I never swam to get to the coast
The incalculable company I chose
I never yelled out to lend me a boat
Just felt happy going in circles with you

Promising to take me to your favourite places
I warned you about the reducing space
Holding me fiercely in front of the Sharks
You loved me like I was your favourite place

One fine day I stumble across the coast
As hysterical as a blind man who can see
But I want to again swim away with you
So I turn towards you and start drowning
Cause nobody really fell into the ocean with me.

@===#

The arms of the trees
Pluck a banjo for the man
Hid on his knees
His Instrument's fan

Sets the stars a-twinklin'
If you have a chance
Watch the clouds dosey doe
Watch mountains dance

A saguaro he plays on
The spoons and the saw
The wind blows at tune
On harmonica!

Brighter than street lights
Moonbeams cut like a knife
Head like a melon
Larger than Life

Yep... the moon plays a banjo
Orion the fiddle
Owls they play metal string
The cat's in the middle

Playin' the drums
Just as loud as you please
Yep... the moon's playin' banjo
With the arms of the trees!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/18/2016