Clatter seemed no matter as Mad Hatters took the stage.. me sittin’ thoughts a’ writtin’ said as clowns down burned a page.. paths ran from diversity fabled as something worse.. truth rang silver bells joy of lovers lost in verse..
Save who you native lover Move you only from the heart? The evil is a notice when deceit illusions start..
Down around places not seen somewhere in New Orleans.. silver spoons brown musk and tunes and misnamed jellybeans..
Cookaroo a mouth harp blue wraith wander swamps of grey.. time when colors sought to grow leave money for love plays..
Down on Molley.. Mary’s Trolley and girls underground.. Brought me happy times of home.. rang true that awful sound..
Still fog morning finds love borning some outside the air.. when frogs awake in magic foal come to Smitty’s Mare..
Guitar string friendly sunset.. sang old blues this night.. my song.. my love.. old friends known well.. love splatters every sight..
Along strong song this night..