Dolly Parton wails out the radio of a car stopped in the street
out of sight it revs away
taking the singing Dolly with it
and I realise its the first human voice I heard all day

do I really look out on the world
or is the truth that the world looks in on me

I comb my beard often
its reach thus far is to my sternum
and out falls thoughts like
Santa
Biker
Hobo

I caught the woman who fell to earth
in a net for butterflies
kept her in a jar
fascinated
I couldn't get her diet right
so I had to let her go
I think she hitched a lift down the freeway
with a hippy called Chris
dressed in sandals and a tie dye tee-shirt

I never found fulfilment in a right angled triangle
but playing the triangle was as close as I got to mastering a musical instrument
I have refused to be in a love triangle
and have a triangle tattooed on my left foot
but the relationship between Father Son and Holy ghost
the three in one and one in three
the Holy trinity ,could well be seen in a triangle of sorts

living in a sleepy valley
the heart on slow beat
rolled up fun time
turned into a nicotine habit
and your pet rabbit has died
while your teddy bear no longer cuts it
all girlfriends left for Tokio
on the last bus
you may wonder
what the hell is worth living for
if I don't get out now
I will join Hendrix, Elvis, Morrison
while everyone swears they saw you
singing in a bar
down town

science always did need
dead folk