[blanket babies]
so callously beautiful, a love
soon clean.
so tenderly scorned; but who is it
who bleeds?
closed green peep'ers counting little
baby sheep;
hop-skip-jump; baby's gone...
where? direction wrong.
hold my hallow hollow brain
revved up in third gear
numb from the waist down &
not holding the wheel...
nothing is so real.
stand aside for vanity-vision
left to just float-float
away
nothing so sure as my
sanitary-sanity.
why live only to fight another day?
circled in by savage sychophantic slobbering
clowns
succumb to all the lies that weigh one
down
hold my place, beside The Face,
sweet sweet
elephant;
all thoughts make haste to run-run
away
while i cover-up my eyes...
on a string & just float-float
away
nothing so dasteredly disasterous
save my salvation-sanity
why try to live if
only to fight another day?

...flying high with attitude
see the road, clear now; so
where are you?