Tumbling lunar inspiration
Early opens the vanilla trap
Of insanity
Barefoot in his maze
Someone before my ocean
We consume the dizzy raindrops
That eagerly loom towards the forest
Catch up with the windows
Roping in lackadaisical strangers
Hopeless and homeless
Grateful for a quick descent
Store away the tiny pieces
As feet walk weak like hopscotch
Gulping down so much water
Like yesterday wont come again
To play

a hollow
swinging gourd
the swallow
snatches sustenance
mid-flight

an orchard
cherries rotting
on a mossy lawn
fodder for the
grounded dove

two shells
unhinged
sand erodes truth
the pearl
is an iridescent lie

a fissure
lost river deep
timeless echo
ricochet
repeat

'm looking for trouble
Looking for trouble
And heather is her name

Looking for trouble
Looking for trouble
Heather is her name

Won't you please help me
Find my trouble
So I can get with her

She told me last December
She still loved me ; the same
So now I've got to find my trouble
'Cause I can't stand no pain

Oh, trouble
in your tights
it sends me like a kite
Oh, trouble