I have
Ideas like six frame one-eighties,
Over-shoulder views of,
Homeless human models and,
Babies singing blues.

I dropped my bottle ... mom...
Now all my al... co... hal... is ... gone.
Everything’s on fire and,
I wait patiently for rain.
Walking on a wire handing pockets full of change out through my eyes.
The clock tics and tics while I stick
Oils and acrylics on the inner spiral helix of my ear.

Memories don't disappear we just forget, get old,
And turn to dust.
(Here, pass this around.)
I think it’s important to trust in intuition.
Live life less like a lesson and,
More like a mission.
I've found... a fresh perspective now and again
Can strengthen your vision.