Hope 4

The winter sky is filled with stars
The sky is burning cold four you
Creation just waste it’s light on you
Forever burning cold for you
I hope, yes I wish, that you’re burning too.

I hope you married Chris alright
I hope you had a bunch of sticks
I hope you find that missing mind of yours
The Katzenjammer kids are roaming free
Even her eludation alluded to me.

Glue you to the skies (with sugar)

You see the clock. You see the wall.
You don’t see me at all.
You say it’s time. You make the call:
 the wonderwall! Wonder! Wall!

You make it click: the clicks and the jerks.

I will glue you to the skies with sugar.
I will glue you to the skies with sugar.
I will glue you to the skies with sugar!

Have you met the Romans?

Absolution: sun-screen #2

Solitary, solitude,
cemetary, semi-nude,
dead canary, red canoe,
January, kangaroo.

Tropical fish.
Advance! Retreat!
Singular drum
stick bitter beat.

Actuary, demagogue,
 February, purple fog,
mistle-toe, a space-Cadette,
a serviette, a barking dog,
a chain-saw, a log.

The picture’s framed:
a painted coat.
The lady in red
who drained the moat. 

Kindergarden

When I went to kindergarden,
all the other kids where there.
Oh!! I hated kindergarden. All the other kids where there.
Cold and lonely. All I wanted was was to go
home, and leave the kindergarden:
all the other kids where there.