there's a world all around that is nothing as it seems
what we see may not be there or is it our mind in disappear
rivers of colors flow, as golden fish jump out of the pond as they begin to freeze
the clouds are sliver  the sky is pink
this cannot not be real or so we think
the more we see we cannot believe
as it start to rain falling leaves
they hit the ground and grow into trees
being confused you continue you decide to walk
to the ocean to see the sea
but the water in the ocean is not what you think
it  is soft like wiped cream and has cherries floating that are pink
you mind must be having a melt down
or your eyes need to get fixed
because something  must be playing  a weird kinda trick
then you see you brain up in the air
you try to catch it but it looks at you with a stare
so you  grab a ladder and climb on up
take hold of your brain as you wake back up
on the couch you sit up
as you look out into the sky
everything is back to normal
then you let out a relieving sigh
for you will never know what caused this
all you can do is be more careful next time

Three sugars. No cream.
Stuck inside a 4 A.M. Dream
And there's nothing I can't do
Is the sky really black or just dark blue?

No cars, no souls save preying police
Their lights burn red and scream, "Freeze!"
And the night obliges
For it is not so mighty

Glass half full, still starving
Clouds overmind work their sky carving
Of all my favorite fluffy animals
Are vampires iron deficient cannibals?

The sun soon breaks like an egg on the edge
And the dream skitters light spiders from my head
Eyes pressed to withered pillow sheathing
Is this morning or deeper evening?

Am I waking from the dreaming
Or am I sleeping next to coffee steaming?

Why am I chasing an ice cream van?
I asked, as after the van I ran....
Is this futility? I held out my hand-
Shall I ever be chased by this man?
Why does anyone chase an ice cream van?
No one is pursued by the ice cream man,
Running after a van in this heat is dippy,
Why sell our souls for Mr. Whippy?
With the crowds I did compete,
I bought soft serves, to survive the heat,
As that callous van drove down the street,
But, with ice cream, my soul is replete!

Driving to the city
Under the blazing lights
We stop at a little ice cream shop
Chocolate rocks for you
Strawberry kisses for me
You tell me about your parents
Your mother's secret recipe
I tell you about my dreams of flying
Dancing on the beach
All only for the blissful summer
And all of a sudden
Dusk has fallen upon us
The night no longer so dark
When your eyes light up my fire

She is a beautiful sight
As she she walks across the room
To fetch my creamy delight

Oh how i miss her so
Standing there across the room
At a counter of cream froze

And i know shell be back soon
So i have to say goodbye
Cause im a goon

Forever an ******* deprived from grief
Because the girl she wants had to leave
             Her want for her is excessive
Because her heart, it forever rests
And you claim I should have no excuses
But,
Look at what you do?
The Rose that has broken you,
This isn't what she'd want you to do
But that's none of my business
I'll keep sipping tea till I'm through.

Clear Skies Vanilla
is the only soft serve
on the days we have no clouds
and none can be seen
floating on our horizons

it is our seasonal choice
that we wish could come
all year long,
could be as predictable
as *Pumpkin Spice in October
or Eggnog in December
even uncelebrated Baseball-Nut
springs up at the right time.

If only our skies could
be the layers of a sundae--
a limited selection
that always comes down to
hot fudge, nuts,
with a defrosted cherry on top--
then our decisions
would be made for us
we could never
be wrong.

Instead we deliver
Icy Thundery Blueberry BubbleGumy hard serve
on those days--
too complicated to understand
too unwilling to shorten their title
too difficult to be simply BlueGumTuesday
because the sky,
too mixed up to be...Blue.

We raise our scoop
for each serving to dish out--
with them we learn our taste
what calms our nerves
and how to evaporate the rain,
because when we get
to have those cloudless days
we'll have the day
to be flavorful.

is reason alone to live

On a hot day.

Creamy,
delicious,
Dripping
Ice-cream
Mmm...