Dreamer, five off the crystal river,

Dance, and you’re a diamond sky

Hasten for the boat, we move as one

Cough, lean beam, square shoulders

Nerve tension, rest in the unison of

The universe, fried food or kitchens,

Sliver of away, the island is off and

Here comes the catchup, I’ve got

Something to say. End of statement.

Period. Please, pass the Buck and

The skunk. Bear, crows eye hearing,

Dead on a doormat, format makes

No difference to keeper, nothing

Can touch me here. It’s a traffic jam

Because I am flowing, river of life,

Deftly showing. Bling of bride blue

Haze, Finger patterns sought where the

sauce might get you in it. I feel love and a million other things when I dance outside. Seen, sometimes, mostly good.

See me more, I’m listening and probably looking at the ground.

The ground is full of rocks and I am made of soup. What are you?

Leave it there. See yah later.