take your pills
hooks for hands
Working on the music for this one
Pacific West Coast Holiday
Round rain is always
Firefly by Flowpoetry
This is not for the squeamish and those afraid of dark, Afraid of gone to new day like fireflies without a spark, Those rubber ducky babies with silver spoons all tucked in bed, Hyena howling tiger lillies stretched waiting for the dead, Wooky bearded babas squatting in the dust smoking head.
This is for the hurried few dragged along by teams of dogs, Stuck beside heart’s ditch of mud cast ashore like driftwood logs, Sand strewn nymphs red ball bounce upon the beach, New York bound cats grin ants stuck in their teeth, Bowler capped boys chuckling tweak the beast.
So come all ye’ hula hooping maidens gamboling on the lawn, Frogs a’courting moonbeams and velvet painted dawn, Silver saddle stirrups and guitars made of rain, Wing footed fleet streeters dancing out the pain, Tree hugging butterflies with no need to explain.