Sweet of me
Coffee on a Friday night
Slow motion
Next to the Atlantic Ocean
Our bed is a revolving door
Ask me tonight and I will be unsure
Of where I will sleep tomorrow
But tonight I drink you in sweet
In a cafe
Near the Abbott Kinney street
Oh what questionable distractions
Attractive as first glance
Quaint and uneasy
Under examined
The sun
The sky
The moon lit nights
Palm trees
Oh the goodness of distraction
The fruitfulness of sanity
Returned from a distant place
Now and again
My distracted zen
I’ve got Google problems
The search engine is number one
One and done
From the top of the tabloids
Now completely undone
Trying to find a home
Amidst the lonely internet roam
Roaming the wires of the pages
Behind the sanskrit and the weary
Continuing through ethernets so dreary
I have a google problems
But I am not trying to solve them
Honestly
I am not sure there is much honesty
Left
To the right of a circus
To the left we are certain
What are we in the middle
Just these regular people
There is little left that can give
Hope or energy
Homeland Security or Department of Energy
It becomes one big blur on a fuzzy TV
The sum of two people is now the we
From our perspective this gerrymandering is nothing
Fun to see
Absolutely
Ridiculously
Brash and unheard
I plead the third
But no combination of words can equal
Such great show buisness
As the one before or the sequel
Chasing the gold
From the hands of the clowns
From the tops of the trees
To the streets of the local town
Why chase the lies
Let’s chase the truth
The truth
Hanging on low trees
The trees we can all reach from our knees
Let’s all start there
A soapy sky
Filled with bubbles
Falling all over our heads
Dust embroiled with steam
Dirts downstream
Is there a way to filter the air
With giant cotton towels
Air filters deconstructed paper towels
Can we pull out the weeds and scrub the sky
Like giant wind turbines reducing the pollution
It is a weak gesture
But a possible solution
A soapy sky calls us back
And we force it to voicemail
If you have time take two
No time take one
Don’t care take none
It’s up to you in the end
I know you’re on the run
We live in the insurance land
Have something
Get it insured
Now sure
Get it insured
Have a life
Insure that too
Something is not quite right
Well, insure that too
Insurance land
Where all is uncertain
But all in not lost
With a receipt in your hand
Winter sand
Summer sands
The great plan is to seee the world
Revolving
Evolving
Not in politics
In the people
The good hearted people that fill our land
From helping hands
To simple glances
No one human
Defines
The great human dance
Hopeful hearts
Caring hearts
They are everywhere
Everywhere
Seize the spotlight
Adhere to the mission
Don’t give up or else
We all would be wishing
When all partisan rancor is clanging
The bald eagle will be left singing
To pull the curtains
And seize the spotlight
A Cup of Songwriting 