I don't think electricity was invented back then when I was a boy so we saved flashes of lightning in old pickle jars and we had a candle in the barn in case of emergency.
A backup was useful unless it was the toilet and then that was useless, We could never have foreseen that back then we were really living the dream.
searching hard for the fear of god in an overflowing ashtray digging through the pile of grey for memories of honest days bittersweet reprieve a pause before the final applause swaying in a symphony of smoky dreams someone else could believe
A shining star in the night sky A sliver of a moon The burning wick of a candle in darkness A bud pushing itself out from the ground A green leaf on a winter-worn tree The silver lining in a dark cloud A rainbow after rain The first rays of morning sunshine The light at the end of a tunnel The promise of a happy ending The laughter of a baby The antics of a puppy A bird in flight A hand A smile The words — Everything will be all right
Hope The rope of life We hold on to Gingerly For without hope Where would we be?
With my hips I sign my name Into your pleasure, Deeply, Slow. I cast my spell into your breath And watch you fall Below. You’re sinking into me whether you Like it, or you Don’t. Admit your love, succumb to me My love, don’t sink Just float.