I'm watching the red lights of an airplane One of its passengers notice the glow of a tiny brick house with a man at the window , his thoughts are training , his creativity sailing , his passion for midnight poetry waning , his demons complaining The volume of thought fading It's really no different from all the other homes All the other Jills and Johns , the would-be vagabonds The starving music minstrels , we're just tag-alongs , trying to decipher right from wrong , standing in the corporate soup line for our bowl to be filled Mouths agape like baby birds , a spool of film repeating act one of a movie , some nerd gets the girl , the milkmaid becomes queen , a Hollywood hunk saves the world Fly on jet airliner , may your occupants find life's pearl Clarity in the daily whirl , the worm in the bottom of the Tequila bottle Send them safely to their families full throttle* ...
Copyright October 29 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved