Once I knew the planets
but then I was in school
I think that there were nine
now I'm an educated fool.

Once I learned to swim
but not until the age of ten
now I live on desert beaches
with no water to go in.

Once I learned to ride a bike
now I'm careful I don't fall
I sold my bike years ago
I don't miss my bike at all.

Once I was a hungry lover
full of passion, full of grace
both are gone with my age
now confined to just one place.

Once I knew the names of strangers
now I struggle for their name
I remember your face I say
(but I know it's not the same).

But I got this plot of land
Out in the field
Under the weeping willow,
Figure since I spent
A good piece
Of my life
Under those limbs,
It'd be a good place.
I saw a lot
There, under that tree,
How the sun
Comes and goes.
Thought it'd be a good
Enough place,
Perhaps,
To spend
Eternity

Firey flowers
Burst in the sky
Celebrating independence
On the 4th of July

Booms echo off buildings
Rockets launch sky high
Exploding into colors
Quickly floating by

Awestruck by the beauty
Infatuated with the sound
I love watching fireworks bloom
And its petals fall to the ground

A woman. A knife. A very sharp knife.
She has waited for this hour, this moment
Her eyes – they gleam with passion dark upon
A figure recumbent upon a slab

She is not alone; she is being watched
But no one will dare cry for her to stop
They have all made their agreement, their bond
And now the woman lifts the knife…she strikes…!

She has cut the heart from an artichoke
And the studio audience applauds