Got dots.

Inside a chair that shrinking feeling

As the chairs move about slowly

They rub against each other selecting

For a small army of thinkers

At shining globes molding from

Overuse

Children in chairs doing numbers

Then a big chair appeared

A great wave did came

And dots were found

Melting on the beach.

I think there are things more receptive than love..

Love is secondary to more spirited ideas.

Love seems more to do with sacrifice and even problems to gamble on.

Is the Red Queen a Drug Lord as well as a Lord, as a rebel to 19th century authorities,


Imagining perfect memories to believe and get nostalgic over..

Oh there is a four leaf clover

Uplifting as anything kind as sunshine

Through a misty fog bank

Into the emarcadero

Where the bankers grow.


To a Mary Poppins

Life is like a perfect

Remember leaping wonder girls

Bright flowers, giggling, smiling, leaping

A time of merriment and wonders

Cute romances and fantasy

The false memories.

I hope America never heads forwards socialism again and I prefer a split party government.


Watch me now,

Watch me do something!

Chasing rain drops into sex dreams..

Yes, it begins.

For the butterfly rock

Into the jungles famousness

In vines undressed hand stretched

As an infinite touch begins

To hold tight in the planet

In turbulent green

I feel you.