Contemplated sideways…The hounds of hectic thought, kept me up all night. Slanting and aside…Came accompanied with sky? Why so blue? Tied together with…What makes dragon’s blood? And, the myth of Elvis!
If my mind were a jukebox…It would only play my favorite song.
‘Where have all the heroes gone?’
I worked this, kink in my mind’s wagon, out years ago. Such as agreeing to live like a Tilt-A-Whirl.
Spinning in the same circle. But forever finding a new way to enjoy the thrill!
We got rock stars in the White House
All our pop stars look like porn
All my heroes hit the highway
They don’t hang out here no more