Yes the sun is still shining Know the waters are cool Hey it’s just hay, won’t go away So dip in your toes, brother fool

Fire in the skies Rubble on your street Water in your eyes Washing out deceit Sweet be your patience

Cloud and rain, breath and brain One must blow that the other remain Dusty leaf and pregnant thought Lost in the cloud your breath has…

Word like wind cuts through you Withers all but true you

Bow, bough Rough bark Shade Rustle Shoot Stalk

Beware these clouds of heedless mirth No telling what they’ll send to earth

The path ahead seems narrow Beware your eyes’ deceit It opens up to meet the courage Of determined feet

We study and learn Of ways we can earn A title and salary Letting us churn Out words in a manner Sophistic and dry: What…

There is a pool in every head Of crystal clear suspicion It’s fish are poisonously bred And make for lousy fishin’

Feels good Tastes good Smells good It’s possibly hell’s good