Standing Still

Add your plea to the settlement.

Scratch your fleas. Scratch something.

Follow the eagle across the hill.

Turn yourself inward until you’re full.

Check your places where movements are blaring.

See if your eyes are done their staring.

Free your mind to the ceiling.

Catch a fly. Get the meaning.

If you like to surf a spell,

Sleep until it goes to hell.

Slurp the gel, wipe the grill.

Go the right way, standing still.

Sing Something

Bling is a thing, when hanging from

A golden string, weaves funny feelings,

About other ones who like to swing.

It’s much fun to lift a metric ton,

With your index finger.

No, you’re not a swinger.

You are honest about the rulers

On this earth. You are stepping up

To swing a thing, to bring a bulbous

Tarantula to the ring-a-ding train.

Let’s settle this like gentleman.

I give you a pat on the back.

You give me a stack of money.

That’s the way the world sings.

Especially Me

Cling to my sting. Everything

Goes bump in the night.

My might loses a few strings.

Can you see the thing

Coming close to you?

Narrow is the path

That comes from the forest,

And up the pine trees.

Knock your knees

And say please and thank you.

Don’t be rude. I’ll give you a clue.

Things aren’t always what they seem,

Even in dreams, especially me.

Everything

Caboose clings to Sodom and Gomorrah.

Simple things come close in the evening.

Do you question everything?

There is no clarity in confusion.

There is no worry in institutions.

Only cats defy resolution.

Are you ready for the revolution?

Nothing comes up short like ice cream.

I wish I had a dollar for every dream

That was choked by high and mighty weeds.

Simplify, then multiply.