Perasperaadastra But without inhaling tar We have come.
The cornbread with anise and wheat berries Cruncy and sweet Slathered with strawberry jam Was such a luxurious meal For us two tired wanderers.
We're left over from the '60s Living in the past but in the moment Listening to MamaTried (well, she did!) And crying over WharfRat We model turtles, Celtic knots, a moose Dream of yesterday and tomorrow Say what we mean Take a misguided turn driving home And our minds meander to slumber and internal illusions.