so you’ve found yourself lost again

the years are behind you
a sense of place or the thrill
fifth empire the reach
everlasting slowly fading
hooray for the glitter and the glamour

and what has been carved out
of flesh and concrete
to stake a claim in name or vision
the search for meaning
and now you’re caught

distraction
it’s the rows and rows and rows and rows
you stand with pride
without belonging
or has it always been there waiting

go ahead
it's your turn

sword sharp
getting stroked like the ego

people pleasing has certainly seen better days
in other ways pleasantries can be perplexingly particular

down by the river the boats hum
it's hot today and poor richard has started feeling a little feral

ah yes me thinks it's time for jammy jam

hell has raised the rates of interest
people actually want to go now

but the fiddle won't play itself

the testimony is in
cry out hear hear

a shame that
the newsstand for a penny
a new stand
what a nuisance

what shall it be atom man
hear hear they see you cry


mother's tomato soup
grows ever cold

if there ever was one
i saw it in the simplicity of it

when i went looking for twelve rounds and a
kay oh


straight lines a bleeding nightmare
the witches are after it
and all the while we scribble scribble

fear not for the dollar
it got half baked a half century ago when a half dollar had a half head
how's that for the bell


the audience goes wild before the shiver silence
woah ** ship has sailed

i have been leaving a trail of crumbs
all of my life

who spiked ya

all in the name of spite

mic check one two one two

for the sake of blue

literally literary

a man of many words







he chose to keep his mouth shut

something akin to virtuous
but all too virtual


it's the **** pixels boxing in my mind

sheriff sir i'm seeing squares


and
crying out for help

sunday somewhere

a man smiles

nobody outpizzas the hut he thinks to himself

shards of glass
chewing gum bubble
vintage sixty three

her broken doorbell rings no more

sunday somewhere