OK! First the lollipop in the jar is missing
And her feet are itchy, help us please...
There's a cow doing cartwheels?
And if I might ask did your pigeon sneeze?
Reels of footage were left in the turkey baster,
Am I wrong? You obviously don't hear lemons
Whistling though, of course. And these days the
Emporer of Donutland is poor, better send him
Another hammed cannery of doom, let alone two.
And this TV has too many billygoats fishing!
And I'll be monster,
She did grow a hat!
Only minus the notes.
Just as big smoking jerky,
BLINDING, teeth raising...!
Chewing itself a thrill.

I'm surrounded in the asteroid belts so near,
Hails of them crash into a desolate moonlit crest.
Then I find myself floating in the stratosphere,
My space shuttle floating in the darkness,
Somewhere behind me. I see clouds I am flying past,
Towards the ground, even plumeting soundless.
In all my fear I'm astonished. I have healthy plants!
Well, ready for the greenhouse, my survival.
I can see my shadow on the ground as I land-
My capsule, I find myself surrounded by magma falls.
My stomach comes up. I crawl out. I lift myself free.
The ruby volcanic lava gushes and melts everything.
This is only proof of all wars hopes and endless vanity;
I've found what's left of our earth, too late to dream.

Hello tree people, kings, figs and newts,
We delight inexplicably, mice and toads!
Under loud moons that wreak of pools,
Before greasy footsteps into knights and lions.
And loudly dwindles the extreme crown pig,
The reality hardship of all sun and crowd.
Forgotten mishap rulers that apply inch worms,
And a staff of quails, jesters, and pawns.
Sence to sentances, prison rain druming, squeeks.
Filthy boring evaporating with kangaroo shorts,
Cut half tall.

I so love the wind
Blowing through the tall palm trees
In sleepy cool shade

Whatever I do, however far I try to go,
There is always darkness, my life is
Restrained, nothing but a fading rainbow,
And there is nothing that changes,
Searching for a sign, I follow
What my dream says, and lose all track
of keeping in line...

If this life is just a burning candle,
Some stupid cliche' that just withered
And died overnight, if the burning torch
Will be there even after I have lost my light,
I don't care, you aren't here so now I live in despair?
So very distant, like a mist, a cloud in the empty air.

What I want to know, and what you will never say,
Is how each day gets longer the further you're away,
I reach out to touch, but my hands find empty air,
The only thing that I can feel is that you aren't there,
So I will make a difference, I will carry on in spite,
Shall keep on trying to make sense of this meaningless
Plight. And in the end I'll find you are just another you,
An empty face, a memory, yet for you I cry each night,
And I feel it would seem to me that that is all I ever do.

You are just so small, your voice so strong and smooth,
I feel I could tell you anything, you keep me in a dream,
Your short hair, your pig tails, your face just like the moon.
All I can say is that you're such a gorgeous unique being!
I'd lose myself here and now, take the pill and try to forget,
But everywhere I turn I see your beady starlit eyes,
And it's an addiction, though we've hardly ever spoken yet.

And so I must do what I always do, pretend to be a miracle
Worker, and hope I can at least make a change,
Each hour, each day, each moment that I'm so unsure,
I hope wont be the same, so strange, so some day
This will all be far away,
And I will hear you calling from a distance,
And go into a dream and there I'll stay.

I remember you-so clearly-
Your voice, it was like
Bells ringing endlessly,
For miles. Your like a test,
One with a lot of trials,
But if I keep working on it
I'll find the center of
Your heart, though how
To keep at this for years?
I was on it once I saw you
From the very start.
I'd rather starve
Than forget
You.

It was it's own special season,
Of rainbows, of hearts of light,
Feathers of white gold, arrows,
It was a time of imagination,
Of freckles and of frolicking,
In the midst of fields of poppys,
Here I stood with but one with
Your name on it, in essence
Now I hold on to it for dear life,
Into the dark night I am now
Cloaked, so no one can hear
My cries, calling for you or anyone
From that time, that special time,
Of pine and sage brush, of birthdays,
Of life and of love, our time-of lunch pails,
This time when we all used to laugh
And run in the fields, ours was the sun,
The moon and the grass, ours was the
Flute, the painted face, bon-fires, walking the
Forest path, our time is no longer
That time.

Life is short-it's been 26 years-more like
Eternity.