Wayward Son...
try to drop the soap where you can cope
shadows in the wind try in to pretend;
safe with sugar tin

look at...

clouds & chipmunks
underneath it all we are after the same thing
poetry..the stuff deep inside of me
burning in anguish frozen ***
closet breath with mothball scent
here I hide between the frozen chew
look at my elbow parked outside my window
order form...

look at the magazine soft **** inside
the billows be your guide
soft hand to speak
stand still & repeat
Led Zepplin song remains the same
a grocery date with Stop & Shop's,"Marty"...

a token of well gestures
*** Wee Hermon jerking off in the bathroom
although widows peak summoned to the barn door swing
minutes to breath with *** on the beach

God is still in my heart through a latent guide
thoughts of underware..
come as good as it gets..
Major Jackson & Louise Gluck,
spring down with action
pillows with cashmere attire;
I sip on the magic potion
away from the casino tight token
breath in the sweet tense,

John Ashbery dead at 90
a slight riddle in the sand verticle
a double work slight of hand...
Rooster gay friend
he will be missed in another pardon kiss
people, faces & traces

The Plane The Plane Boss

kept at each venture we spill the twinkle
keep on searching...I'm still learning;
pillows still plush some grey to lay my head
pitch the blow ego degree;

spill words the traffic effect close
Tatoo..Tatoo

clever in Fantasy Island
brave clevor the tide
cross the immense ticket of shade a pull

repeat the refrain,
not having you in my arms was driving me insane...
delicate debris;
God in all things,
start spreading the disease
fragrance of the knee
justification by faith...
your the shooting star
belly of the beast that makes you go far
trampled down the man,

God in all things
look out the window remains to be sure;
like to be liked swooning toward the sun
beggar to the borrow full,
developed from the *****
any which way but loose
you may see him at the knocking of the door
stay clear of the window shore
pierced through the skin made for want to win...

God in all things
Jesus Is Lord

up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet melody
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cotton candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
acclaim to bargain a few
sweet nectar so sorry that I missed her


lavish crisp blue eyes
come at a newer surprise
look to the visible
a lawyer fell from the sky
pop corn & candy
everything is quite dandy
get ready to rumble
slip and slide
not anything to hide

game in the meal
on a spot vent taste of veal
on a hay day
spark your time alone
it's a big enough story
dishing out soup cause the common man was hungry
chili bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body

love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before

Agnus & Esther

there once lived two witches alone in a barren home
locked away from he outside world but still social
the pair were there own best friends
Each grew their hair very long

they had a cat named Bernice that would frequently drink
Each had their own ritual to honor the dead
What was going on inside their heads?
On one such encounter really rare for the pair

A village photographer capture the true eerie essence of them
Satanic demonstrations that would spill the girls around in mid air
They were once friends with a nearby Warlock but he had died
Agnus cried but it never seemed to bother Esther

The both live a quaint village of Croate, Minnesota
They exist to spread their faith as a true Wiccan sect
They make there living by selling fruits & vegetables on their stand
Neighbors think they are really whacked out & crazy

But the pair was never found to be lazy

Tupac Knew
searching within a ****** felt turn
I thirst within double space each move
Many years ago let the truth be told;
it takes a village to raise a child...

Surgical sleeve down toward their knees
a crew sofa king to bring apart the devils scream
Tupac knew bitten off far more then what may chew
Celebrate, contemplate & meditate

follow the terms with a well furnished motive
stop at subway fo a quick meatball sandwich
the draft was closed the burning of the bras
come a way close with me dear Elvis

Tupac Knew about his momma
Keep ya head up
far reaching raps to gather & confess
Headed to jail

Tupac Knew.............