Because You Got Eyes on Good and Tight
Heavy loads will sometimes come on slowly… didn’t see it rise out of the sunshine i must say… and now at the tail end I’m flat on it, pushing empty onto downhill slopes, hoping for momentum to find the way. Oh but it was a fun ride… and i know that with this drop into the unknown i will rise with the sun and find another mountain to climb in the shade..
Easy peasy they say, but we got eyes to groove on and they are good and tight… reveal that to the senses and let it get fixed up good for the Sunday parade.
You have another wave of ill thinking? another bazillion to spend and make perfect for the future. investment investment investment. If we take away the bass perhaps it will be easier for the lighter stuff to float up their noses… This one is a keeper i think
But just because you got eyes…. on good and tight.
Ill let that one slip towards you and you can deal with it how you like.
Its a simple equator.. long and round… could have been flat. But just because…
… i really will.
This is a place that i wish i could return to… From a bus window.. there was a light breeze pushing the grass around..and i watched its footprints lead away from the road… along the meadow to where a family were walking… a man and woman, her dress rolling gently in the currents.. the little boy pulls against his fathers grip… enchanted by the expance before him, the unknown.. to be free and follow the wind, let it take him up the hill…towards the sun, flaring round the corners of the ancient ruins… atop this hill…sitting and waiting.. i want to go there again, and let the wind sing me up to its walls… i want to close my eyes and hear the world around it…the moving world…around this eternity… an eternity… somebody’s golden statue… somebody’s eternal echo, forever heard but its origins long forgotten… and i would stand there in the middle, waiting to hear the past.. 
There is so much to be happy for and everything went wrong… that is why we deserve it most…
some excerpts of my conversations with the computer today
The city swallowed me deep today – no energy, no life, my punishment for deep damaging grooves the night before – these forces will grow and this rigid structure will be destroyed. 
Second Toughest rips plastic vibrations through my home.. this is just one of the things that i will miss until the last moment away. Unsure of why but at last positive of how long, i reach again into the clouds to watch golden sunsets above my home. And into the dark abyss once again i dip slowly and surely towards you. The beasts and snakes and movement unstoppable.. forever breathing parties and screaming… this is not my home, this is just temporary, this is not my home, this is just temporary. And now we vibrate o destroy these city streets!
Roman walls were hard to topple but toppled they were.. great food from great people and happiness infected the environment. Shadows on well known streets reach out to hold me in but responsibilities are hard to resist and the foreign pulls me once again form the only thing i want.. last night is all to soon upon us.
