If there is one
tall lie filling the high
channels of the sky
it is clear for everyone
to hear
that there ever
was a beast
called devil
devil called the
beast that is,
that resides within
and throughout
the contagion worthy of you
and your disease
better to convince yourself
you are more natural
than you know
cast that idle
thought from your cliffs
so the ground
may drop behind
and the air
more easily abide
your wings

curling around
on the breath
of my beak
men men men
more than I could
ever spare
through persistence
through gravity
through air

I wandered endlessly in search of gold
paranoid I accused both comrades
and foreigners of conspiracy
yet I alone was mad
mexico and california
I slept
I drank and the cup proved
endless
I swung my sword
and my sword proved dull
no exhibition could whet
my insatiable hunger

we all prefer to escape
in various manners
obsess with crystals and
foods forbidden to us
call my obsession false
and I shall hate you for it
although your observation
is quite right
allow me to run deep
and high in my fantasies
I prefer to traverse
heights impossible and strange

hours stubborn and fast
refuse to return to the face
from whence it came
nor shall these feelings
sprout from the same bush

vainly I bring bouquets of false promises
I am a fool to expect changes
life grows bitter in my cup

Through pyramids and hieroglyphs
I call to you through hours and smoke
rising from false fires, falsely believing
you hear my words

dreams curl through fog, fog creeping over
windows, windows over my eyes
night shore exhaling waves over waves of night
my star sleeps till morning
you may discover me in a universe
spread along my bed

patiently I bide and stay
soon my homecoming arrives
though I may not know it yet

Over the hills
where the daffodils grow
cross the pond
where the honey flows

If there is one
place I would
rather see
oh it would
be grandma's
place for me

birds in the cages
birds perched in the trees
hawks owls finches
and showy parakeets

muffins for dinner
**** roast in the morn
oranges and porridges
served at noon
better get it before
a skunks licks it
clean off the spoon!

no rooms are without
a heart or a soul
grandma is quite eclectic
if not the least eccentric

If there is one
place I would
rather see
oh it would
be grandma's
place for me

monkeys snoozing in the closet
pidgeons roosting on the stools
rats in the cellar
and koi fish in the pool

many games as animal's names
polo with the zebras
boxing against the roos
wrestling with the bear
though I'd sure lose

If there is one
place I would
rather see
oh it would
be grandma's
place for me