Nothing's free
my time as told me so
and what will be, will be
for free
even though
nothing is free
is free of itself
even sold as such
try freedom
go for a green card
get a pink slip
think your free
each year tell me
I'm in love
do you love me
till the end of my time
only if you are good
and look after me
as expect
look after me as a princess
why my princess dear
will you no longer hold hands
love is never free
of words.

Momma
I saw you in the room
**** like mushrooms
you did it my way
legs right all the way up
to a lady garden I've never been
girl my mushroom
responded
rubbing against my leg.

But
it's  me
I just
responded
I kiss you all night
we dance
had fun
I took you home
you asked to have ***.

In passion, you told me
your **** are not real
then I found I could not lean on you
just in case you **** bust
do not want that down to me
so women think first
before you plant it
in each breast.

Your brain
cannot dream me
it's dreams   on its own
not even I can control it
it happens

I

F
A
L
L

from the sky
never hit the floor
just wake up
mostly on my own
sit on the bed
place my hand on my head
think of what means nothing at all
get up shower, shave
and my day goes on

All the things of the day a cure.

SUrrEALology.  ***.

Purple haze
Purple heart
Purple in my blood
Purple in my family ways
Purple crown
Purple gown
Purple in old blood
Purple in hue
Purple is the light
Purple deep got it right
Purple bounce light itself
Purple veins
Purple what is all about?

Laying beside the road
petrol under my nails
lead in my lungs
the sunshine over the hill
blue sky demands
eyes open
the sun keeps them closed
dream on.

Air pressures push me down
try to get me to lay down
gravity hands are around my ankles
pulling me to the core
Not having age on my side
gives me week knees
and the breeze and winds
try to knock me down
not easy to dream these days.

I can't
Help getting old
or if I stumble even mumble
my mind sometimes play's tricks on me
and that name I forgets
you know the one
it's on the tip of my tongue
which the wind just whipped away from me
I can't
Help getting old
the wind makes lips chap
and it's hard to climb stairs
or sometimes to get my legs out of the bed
my mind might wake up
but the rest of me does not
maybe if I just roll off the bed
what was I thinking of
I can't
Help getting old
hearing the bone in my ankle snap
or was my hip
do not remember this pain last night
now can't get back on the bed
and somebody do tell me
where do I get that odd musty aftershave from
not seen advertised in my local shops.