hung

i mix and mash in

whatever fashion

delayed sprung mind time

is effervescent 

and is mine...

she's like greased in

to mine eyes just

one more time

i'm glued to mother

midnight

i'm hung on midnight

mother

and hung when the

noon passes sunrise

and i rise

rub weary eyes and

focus those holes

on the day to be

all of this was 

made special for 

me.

i am a superstar

and i'm well hung on

this way that i see

and i would snatch

purses if my face

wasn't plastered on every billboard eye

i'm of plain white 

shipyard stock

waterfront sleet catcher man

from a highway town

that never made much noise

anyhow

.......in boise, anyhow reality

                                            shifted

and spit me out.

reality has drifted

from the spat 

between to lovers

never to be

rather to be half-clean

so into the sun let we rise

and hypnotize...-yes! hypnotize

ourselves one by one 

to live as

the prayer

that something deep inside

a plot

is hoping to arrive.

that something is the fuel 

that lets(makes)this broken down 

axle drive

(2.4.00)