Charlie horse wake up
A future always yet to be determined
Bananas are great.
I love bananas so fucking much
But I was never meant to eat them
Inseminating silences
Aborting pregnant pauses
The river is unstoppable
But easily avoided
Discs of oil
Rays of light
Miles of tape and plastic wrap
Forgetting to remember
Remembering to forget
Not fighting the repetition
Holding hands
Feeling the breeze on the tops
Of our arms
Do you know the way to Dancyville?
Should we take the Music Highway?
There is corn on the way
And perhaps a golf cart or two.
Churches and grave yards
Horses and more corn.
There will be long slow hills
And if we’re lucky, local honey
Mountain clouds and a belt for all sizes
The air is fresh here
Even when it’s smokey
We blow it around
Feel it on our faces.
It whistle up our pants legs
Give us a little tickle in the rear
The air is not so bad here.
Love is in the air.
It can be
We must cherish it
Schwervon! 