There was a part from the start, she didn’t dart nor got smart, I was a **** in the whirlwind and she was guilty of being a good friend but only if she remained uphill from my **** battles!

I met a girl that changed my world, her love didn’t depend on or pretend, She knew the scent from my descent and she agreed to be my wife but only if she was allowed to deodorize my life battles!

“Happily Married!”

...Guernica...
      Terror
Little Flower

The moon is but a sliver of a smile in the sky
It follows me relentlessly as the world passes by
I kind of like being followed by a smile,
Haven’t had one myself in quite a while
So I’ll smile back at the waning moon
And drive on, drive on in my motor car cocoon

Cactus flower thorn
divides a falling raindrop
in two.

There is no doubt I've been around
For years now though I've lost count
From here to there then back to here
I have all these missing years

Was I abducted by aliens
Beamed me up to scrub my brains
Looking for important stuff
Finding out there isn't much

Or perhaps in a comma
Where the early eighties is a goner
I spend my days in the way of wrestling
With where it went, I'm only guessing

I've racked my brains thinking back
Here one minute, gone the next
One thing I find that's much too clear
I have all these missing years

I really do hate to admit it
But my excess has seen no limits
You never get those brain cells back
And here is where I tend to lack

I find it hard to be conclusive
With all the excuses that I uses
From the Weather to Brain ******* Zombies
I use whatever excuses suit me

No way could it be old age
Where most my memories get misplaced
I know that they're somewhere round here
The reason for all of these missing years