Sitting in the front row with an ex-con who laughed at the jokes no one else “got” in the filmSTIR CRAZY (with Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor), and I’m busting out, BluescreamingMeanies, freedom reason season — time to break on through to the other side, but I wish I knew what the jokes were [all about]…
To sniff honeysuckle in the morning sends me up the stairway to heaven. On the fence, the Mockingbird whistled. Hiding within the bushes, the frail Rabbit, his large brown eyes are the doors to the affairs upstairs, the stars. Or is the female Cardinal singing within the spiraling branches of the tree?
It’s your day, fay jay, hey let’s be gay. May I stay? Who cares, the airs are yours as I fly through the Vapours, digesting the contents of the strange message;
Perhaps pleasing florescent Pigeons parade Across mosaic patios to persuade Tourists to buy throwaways in the arcade — Rippling Rays within the branches leaves cascade — I made many mistakes in life, a charade; Curling around each moment, the cat stayed Inside the domestic domicile and prayed Asking the wind for a melody well played.