Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
Chaos chemistry In dreamy eyes Only true love exists The rest lies Lies told
Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth
Jumped through the hulahoop The hole in zero The whole of the hole whole Now Hair and bones
Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah
Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester
In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows
When im sad and lonely Feeling blue I think of all The things that you do Your love warms my heart