..and then
I did the dance
you know
the one
where you think you're dead
you know

but it was She
showing me what
life could be
you know
and now I do too.

All of the things I could be
and here I am
looking back to the
future
where I was me,

time's *****
one minute you're
bathed in the morning
light
and then
the night comes along.

I'll get over it
or
go under with it,

it's no problem
at all.

I walk off the ache in these old bones
and smell the oranges hanging from
the trees.

early morning workers
talking in hushed whispers,
two cyclists that **** right by me
clearly
they're not bothered by me.

Coffee from a sleepy waiter?
no!
I think I'll see you later
and on my way I go.

Magic in the streetlights
that seem to glare at me,
perhaps my sight needs
readjusting, but
I think I'll wait and see.

We are trying too
but
that doesn't get through
to you,

Mozart continues composing.

I have my clothes in the dryer
which are taking some time
so I try a
higher setting,
is
that getting through?

Wednesday evening
I'm thinking of leaving
it soon,
remembering
that the Moon and I
are old friends.

Almost vegetative
hoping something will give
wondering how I will live
almost vegetative.

The mind
has a mind of its own
which smuggles itself in
under the cover of darkness,

but there are
flashes of light
tunnels that end
bridges to build
friendships to tend

and so
we go
on.

Seen the movie
got the shirt
and
read the book
by Kurt Vonnegut.

I've read lots of books
escaped into
lascivious looks
by beautiful females
and to be honest
by males too.

Been wooed chapter and verse
the curse of the old
the cure for the young.

Saw Ben Gunn
heard him tell of Billy Bones
chatted **** with
Davy Jones
and
all in the reading
leading me to a merry dance.

I used to watch people but now I watch walls, walls are solid and walls seldom move,
walls don't give you funny looks and walls don't give two flying ***** about who you are.

I count bricks too which is another one of the tricks I do.

Peculiar?
maybe I'm just regular when I should have been a medium,
but I got sick of seeing ghosts so regular I am.

Sunday,
said it before and I'll say it again, Sunday is the same as any other day and if people want to get down on their knees to pray so be it.