My guitar
Is my deepest heart angel
Her body pressed against
Me makes me faithful

At times the dusty pegs
Beg to be turned
To tune the strings
To play for celestial Queen

To play classical
Or electric
My guitar can play basic
Or eclectic

A chord may hoard
The space of sound
Where a single note
May float on the breeze

My guitar
Is my deepest heart angel
A desire to reach a star
Like a gull through fire

So there we were
All around the campfire
All with crew cuts
Reminiscing the days of -

Long hair

We had our party
Yesterday
A water bowl
Pop and ice
Floating duck butts
How nice

We shipped two-thousand
Plastic posteriors
Within a year
A pair cost only $5.99
They're cheaper than a
Canine

And they look cute
So don't shoot

Duck butts!

Maria
Bought an automobea
From a woman called Cheila
Who did the cha cha cha

Maria
Drove the automobea
With a ballerina
And a pet armadilla

When she was stopped by Divino
The born again wino
Who was from a rodeo
Rode a motorcyclo

Where they met cleopatra
Not on the Nile
But on a *****-o-lina
A cook with a spatula

Where do we go
If we have a soul
Does it shrink into shadow?

Where goes
The bliss of minimalist life
A dry kiss into shadow?

Our life was not scientific
Not out of some Petri dish

Rather our life's genesis
Was boiling and bubbling

In earth's dark crevices
Overflowing illogicalness

Falling uniquely on the
Ocean
And sand

I try and understand
Life beats of commotion

The poet searches
Continuously
For beauty

While the rain
Creates artistic
Beats