Saturday, April 23, 2011


Without a tear in my eye,
I lay down to cry...
And think thoughts of you.

A song warriors cry,
Of high C's yet and night,
Your greatness in flight...

Hills lost in sight,
The canyons just a cripe,
Filthy waters warm delight.

Like a stench in your trunk,
This night's such a bunk,
Gulfstream's gone to lunch.

Yet fools still alike,
From life's same insight,
Goodbye to tonight.

Warm feast of the night,
I feel so alive,
Yet I live to be shy.