in horizon dreams..
Down by the water across Broken Willow Bridge.. just past Mosquito Way.. saw bees in an old fridge.. half buried old whiskey bottle century old or more.. wooden cross where students found
bones of an old time whore..
Mama never be a Papa still there is a script.. Mama never says too much.. About what Pa let slip.. Sis practices latest greatest words of what to say.. when Gestalt feeling vault suggests..
Each young girl day..
Mooses never wear papooses, heard they can be trained.. just as geese bring messages.. if explained while sane.. killers noose held loosely Sheriff Jesse James with Frank.. signed his sheriff alias..
With those who owned the bank..
Those who ridicule fool in excuse to speak in scorn.. anything they can front off.. faith, culture, where born.. reason for purpose.. made somewhere then sent.. to customers young and pretty..
children, Ladies, Gents..
City was wooded country mankind did arrange.. beautiful out to slum out.. sharks work the stock exchange.. buildings will return to earth.. Sea brings cloudy skies.. beautiful our home on earth..
Live love till I die..
‘Wonder’ would be felt a lot more if each second was lived as the last second of life.. Peace Tony