Lyrics

Sure-FiRePlay

Back bus-bil-braggadoccio-a-board...
lapped in the green crack elapsed...
clasped... cast in reprieve of
aural auraed amnesty...
From stuttering Sino-nasal Orient-(us)-al-(t)ation
of a 2-way sonar-(us)-city street...
of the eternal soul(our)food
search... for a good
healthy place to eat...

(FI)RePlay lower west sidereal soccer square...
Say, "Hut!", son...
and House-tone... to... so... bo...ho
he-man-ian drone...
Like blinking yell-(you)-(f)-ow bulbs glow in Space
or as far, at least... a bit...a bove... staid Liberty Place...
Smart...stark-raving nocturnal, yet not as
erectly sleek as Chrysler's art-
deco-face-bookish... look
HIGH in a more contain(ed)/compact-ment
line of multi-dimensional sky...
Another jawn, you wary
dawning, spawning hope &
fear for sure-fire play placed
to stay an-other
new day's
year...
(1/3/16)


OLD & NEW HOPES

Thin strips of grey re-Dece-membered Yardley Septa-ed Tryptic panels...
slips (sans) Penn'-sativa-ly by...
cryptically trips the phantom light fantastically high...
and driven... as I arrive on hand, thus... rub our band
bus slopes through wood-win-ter-winds of
Old & New Hopes...
and Haven(s)- A-Maze-Meant of
East Indians, Mavens, and West-Wiccans, and
Popes of Village Green, which switch into
The Mystic...(so psyche-delicately) set,
to the clavi-con-chord-ant funk-shun (steve-wonder-land)
of, "You Haven't Done Nothin'"...yet.
The best played plans
of my Sun's men have met
an Art-fully drummer bouyed
figment of Egyptian Jazz Messaged
stigma...ta-pa-pum... of the Heavenly Enigma...
and they are one!

(12/22/15)