the slight movement of a Santa doll
in the corner of my eye
flickering light as I begin to doze
then a whisper or a sigh
a kitchen ceiling bulb cover
seven years without a peep
decides to loosen and shatter
as I lay fast asleep
heard the voice of a young man....Arthur
when I botched the last name at his stone
'my name is not Stickler, it's Strickler!'
he said in a mild mannered tone
He spoke a second time one year later
during a recording session in my den
clearly said my name...'Thomas'
as he flew left to right
and back again
I notice them when they visit
there-in lay the key
they notice when I notice them
the grateful dead
and me
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC
the slight movement of a Santa doll
in the corner of my eye
flickering light as I begin to doze
then a whisper or a sigh
a kitchen ceiling bulb cover
seven years without a peep
decides to loosen and shatter
as I lay fast asleep
heard the voice of a young man....Arthur
when I botched the last name at his stone
'my name is not Stickler, it's Strickler!'
he said in a mild mannered tone
He spoke a second time one year later
during a recording session in my den
clearly said my name...'Thomas'
as he flew left to right
and back again
I notice them when they visit
there-in lay the key
they notice when I notice them
the grateful dead
and me
