365

365 and nobody knows

What's waiting in heaven or each place below

Blue dusty footsteps with big airy smiles?

Liquid bugs and inflatable wing-balloons?

more hairy poems through orange kazoos?

No such thing as future news

Nothing left but to get in and go, still. again. to go

palms up chips down chest bare

heart with a so desperate and happy prayer

365 more of who knows how

many left I'll have

to lay down lonely, stand up crippled

Hungry for truth, not cheese.

This stuff is important

Steady the treads, ready the heads and make extra soft the beds

For the faltering, wandering, stumbling, wondering, hurting

beautiful feet that you love.

Silent thunderblasts, you know the ones

Stabbed straight through and swept under the lungs

A fragrance of just the right colour (the one without a name) whisper of just the right shade image with just the right..

Caress.

Those three that remain, they're all we got left

And we all know which one is the best

The one we all so often confess

Make it true, root it down deep

When it's not, well we all know the stories

Of slippery slopes that tend to be steep

It's all we got left, so God...please.

Take all the world away. These shiny, wonderful shooting stars

that are literally made of poop.

The trash we never wanted that we can't even keep

even if I tried for each of the

365 and who knows how many

more we'll get

Humbled and uplifted all in the same

Ideas that keep us believing and (in)sane

Like throwing all the doughnuts out the window of the van.

Dying all the time is the only way to live

And i'm way too alive to be able to give

What needs to be built

Enabler, do your stuff

Love your love, cause that's all we got.

Steady... steady.. steady as she goes

365 and nobody knows