We talk in code
with words
that like chameleons
hide
where they appear

and send signals
with our fars
and nears
and gones
and heres

that in their way
are sometimes mixed
without knowing
when or why

And then we act
hesitant at times
and at times decisive
yet uncertain

in choreographed
but unrehearsed
steps
that turn
into each other
and phrase the
rhythm
of
our dance

Around floating
grains of sand kicked up
by the sprinting toes
of shoeless feet

There remains
a bursting glow
of the purest

Joy

"*******" to me
I was flattered
but not interested

So I just said
"No thanks"
and walked away

If the last place
you look
is where
you find things

Maybe
you should
look there
first

There is an old man
got one good leg
don't use no cane
he just hops on
down the road

He got a mangy dog
don't see too good
can't hear much too
it just follows
its nose

And when trouble comes
they got no place to go
they just stand their ground
and bring some trouble
of their own

So watch out
for a one leg man
watch out
for a mangy dog
if you got trouble
on your mind

And when good times come
they still got no place to go
they just hang around
and bring some good times
of their own

Watch out
for a one leg man
watch out
for a mangy dog
if you got good times
on your mind

Everyone lies
except me

Two plus two is four
There's someone knocking
On my front door

When I go to see
Who is it and ask
Who came to visit

I hear "Two plus two is five,
In my opinion"

So I say "Your'e welcome inside,
But four ain't five
And that is no opinion"