Saddling up early

                                     . . .and to ride the BlueMare. . . .. 2013

Castiron agility

he hears a blues piano
from an open barroom door
he wonders what is up in here
can he handle any more?

he knows its just a broken day
perhaps the night will heal
but misery holds him tightly
still he thinks its all unreal

a crooner sadly sings inside
of troubles piled on high
telling of a ruined life
and what money can not buy

warm rain falls upon on his face
or maybe its his tears
he fumbles down the darkened street
he feels the weight of years

he mourns the great tomorrow
waiting darkly at the turn
from the twisted stark reality
before it starts to burn

1973

Lost in the Forest of Nod

                                              Alice sees the Cheshire Cat   1975

Acid experience

i'm gonna tell you
but i know i should not
about those nightmares
that you say you have got
they can be trouble
if you let them inside
they want to get in 
right under your hide
do you remember
what happened last week
when you were tripping
on your way to a peak
and the wiggilies got you
and would not turn you loose
now you are drinking
kaleidoscope juice
things will get better
in a lifetime or two
but those heebies and jeebies
will stay part of you

1983

Earth to Ted . . .

                                     You are drifting quickly out of the realty of time...

you never knew

you never knew
i ever knew
or ever tried so hard
to forget those things . . .
that we both loved to do .

i never thought
i'd ever sought 
to hire a minstrel bard
to try to tell me
what awful fate had brought

so here we are 
apart so far
i played my final card
so lets both forget . . .
and never mind the scar

it seems too soon
we shot the moon
losing's always hard
midnight or the morn . . .
or at the bright of noon

2012

Zappa

The last train outta here

the train conductor stands outside
the doorway to tomorrow
his ledger filled with phony facts
and time we cannot borrow

file the claims against the stars
they can't be left behind
gather up your scissored thoughts
they're in a mortal bind

look ye yonder here she comes
rolling down the track
the train that has no conscience
find a seat and don't look back

load the train and lock it up
no one on board can leave
its everybody's final trip
and its always new years eve

that lonesome whistle blows so sad
the people have their fears
everyone who hears its howls
are shedding hopeless tears

2012

Harvest nymphs

                                              Sing praises of the Harvest Moon