Sleepless, Is My Reply

Walked, and I walked

On a white-brick road, sun-burned with age

Stalked my sanity, but I lost her somewhere around town

Passed a forest of trees bowed down with memories and

Blackened Cajun leaves

We talked, we talked

And I didn’t meddle with his mind, no

I didn’t meddle with his mind

No, not this time

Asked what the feel of life is, as it goes by

And sleepless, is my reply

Asked what the feel of life is, as it goes by

And sleepless, is my reply

Prod

People will be people

And trees will be trees

Branching out, cultivating across the distance

Weeds will be weeds, weaving through minds

Prodding sensitive parts, stimulating insanity

And you will be you.

Love You Paper Boat

Sailing the bright blue ship in a bath full of wine
Sharp teeth punching holes in the bottom, the
Sides swipe another passing
Paper boats growing soggy in the stream
Green croaks
Slimy brushes
Sinking slowly in a red haze
Cause of steering recklessly
Pretty elegant girl didn't listen
Blood under her hair
What did she expect?
For me to save her?
I was the bright blue ship and she was the
Paper boat
and she got in my way
Bright blue tore her down