calypso #17
[a psalm for imagineers.]strange and silly
goes the horn
laughter blinds our choreaic fair
taste teh rotten things here
smile and dance the fire bright
burn your whole with delight
in kind winter's furnace
won't we meet
some kind of
siamese parakeet?in to town to carve a doll
there is no writing upon the wall
clean and neat
neat and clean!
what a very shiny machine!
always moving
always today
throw away your yesterday
dare to dream
even in the mean
we wake we go
easy flow.
calypso #8
[a psalm for those who walk]run run
run araound!
dive headfirst into the ground!
ocean's virtue
fire's babe
sung by th esong teh singer isdreamed
lo once upon and ever will
chance is certain
ignore the curtainfree to roam within a prison cell
listen to the broken bell
well unto the days are gone
are we all to see the dawn
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