Each month, write a new collection.
The clock inside my mind is tickingIts gentle alarm sounding off I'm settled into the warm indentationThat's formed in my bedMy drowsy body must protestThe day is perfectAs long as I don't get upThe world still full of possiblilitiesA fantasy inside my head I'm safe in my cocoonSerenaded by the chirping birds The day will stay perfect As long as i don't get upI maintain the pristine silenceFor as long as You let meThen gently You begin to prodSupressing my procrastinationI rise to Your promisesThe day will be perfectAll I have to do is get up
Sheets of LightThe stampede of the massesover the fenced yard intothe Ontario Motor SpeedwayThat April of 1978, when Icrashed through the barrierof the California Jam II fencesthe night was a party and a sleepless assault on the senses until we all passed out on the grassy field inthe middle of the race trackWaking up to the sound blaringfrom the speakers, playing the song by the Beatles"Here comes the sun"Ironically and simultaneouslywith the first hints of lightas the streaking sheets peeredover the cool air of the foothillsMaking the moment of dew beneathme with the coldness of the night seemingly to be almost overWith the view of 250,000 people gathering that morning for the festival of bands toplay rock and roll all day and all nightThe morning light awoke the party goers from their stuporof the night before with the familiar song as it played"Little darling, it's been a long and lonely winter, Little darling, it's been a year sinceit's been here. "here comes the sun, do, do, do do, here comes thesun, and I say, "It's alright!"As the faces are lit by the streaking sunrise of sunlightcapturing the moment ablaze with the basking of "It's alright, The first band was hours away and the party was an alnighterto the glory of the sun the dayhad just begun
Dawn bliss?You must be kiddingDawn bliss is an accidentThat happened just once.
Purple clouds Dance on the highway ribbon ofDesert dawn