beautiful Delilah
what is it in your head
are you toasting
your long life
or wishing you were dead
the flowers inside your mind
are carefully layed down
the open end of the ground
and tastes of a bitter
sweet waste..
and gently reminds me
of yesterdays lost
and scattered wonder
I see with my soul
and not with my heart
what's to bother
inside a comforted ladder
it takes you and me
back in time to
another reality
and the time that's left
is bestilled independantly
of visual thought
laughing out loud
singing out to the crowd
and sweet sister
is asking for her brother's
lover..and the phone rings
setting the stage of
inane banter..
this is what happens
making plans without
patience..thinking with
her feet..and a twinge
of emotion..pulls my strings
and the master puts forth
the motion of the dance
to which a nickle and a dime
ends up in the coffer..
and there's no more rhythm
and there's no more rhyme