Spring signed her name
with the breeze
Sipping the moon
from a goblet of twigs
Gazed out across her path
Through the streets
By the houses of sleep 😴
Not in a hurry
Maybe no one will see her
dressed in silence and silver

An albatross to hang with all the others,
everything smothers me except for
the tranq'
and the tranq is like money in the bank
a bottle full of quiet that lets me go
quietly down the tubes.

I'm a dream or in a dream or maybe not a dream
it could be real and that's real scary,

Mary, Mary said to dare me
come and see,
(that has to be a dream)

It has to be said
that most of this
only occurs in my head,

the safest place is
often the one
overlooked.

I have heard people say
that it's their fault
not his fault or her fault
but their fault,

but who is at fault,
him, her, them, their?

eeny meeny
no!
it's them
and it's always them.
well
them had better be rowing the boat
or it's overboard for them
and them
better float or it's adios to
them that don't give a toss
for us.