now im parked on a nice little street where the poems win
youll come over here and see what i am talking about.
theres little sleeping birds who sing pretty in the morning
theres a view of the San Fernando Valley looking north..
to the east are the airplanes constant loud engines
from here you cannot hear them
Ancient five hundred thousand year cities of peace so grand its hard to tell its not natural..
i kept looking for you
i kept reaching out
wandering when the new moon would shine on me
for shining on her
im pretty shored up
if you would come lay with me,
we could leave the world in the dust
one step away from baby balugas
one step away from another island
where we could leave the circus
to take itself apart for a time..
Regular Clouds 