Even when the colors
make you want to try
so I've taken to licking turner watercolors
now banned from all turner exhibitions
so trying to fly in my mind's eye
putting my head above the clouds
still thinking what do those colors taste like
it is sad to find
You can't lick the sky
I PSO facto.

Feel after time
I have to flush away the blues
you give me with your soul
your so negative
why ask me why is always you
was it not me
that told you so
what is wrong with you
You are like an IBM
It has to be so clear
work out the ******* maths
is that what you want
sorry I say that so clear
I can not be
what you want me to be
for I am the man
ticket to the moon
and I am a groundhog
sniff around
as I lay dying
still, the seasons of this world go around
as in my memory


B U T  Fu ckin  Pull that chain.

Open and shut
feel the
temperature of the time
that I feel
know that we
where never right
for love
I knew that last night
after I ****** your toe
did not taste right


Sad   BUT  Shut the **** up
you want me
and I want you
but nobody seems to mind
as we part
of our dreams
just had dip in toe.

Haze in my brain
its part of me
I have my own soul
the devil has never won
but as I get older
everything seems more purple
and less and less clear
not by sight
just by the dreams
that my head seems now to have
mixing everything up
is it wrong
to fall in love with an ex?

Or see more clearly what was there in the first place.

haze  D r e a M.

Back to work
looking after the stupid public
a show for petrol heads
keeping the crows safe
day of making rules
as they say made by fools
making sure they go home
and not crushed in some fireball
taking on my name
job worth
making up more rules
so they can see their wife when they go home
all in all
not a bad day.

That there is the salt of my sea.

Knew it will come
some day
I am quite beside myself
not knowing which way to face
or turn
one day
I
will learn