weird=welcome...

bizarre dreamscapes surge,

up and down,

either side of no man’s road.

i’m made sea sick,

by the urgency of the sock tie’s,

need for normality.

best friends berate the bizarre,

deride the different,

asking the question why?

while I ask, why not?

don’t snigger and scorn,

delightful deranged dribbling,

and ducks,

I am eternally intrigued by.

its a wide open road,

don’t tread slowly,

the narrowest path of normalcy,

this most insane course of action,
can't feed a drag racing brain.

the thought of touching tongues,

with one who doesn’t toe the white line,

gives them fever,

similar thoughts give me a different fever,

the fever that Ella Fitzgerald sings to me.

furrowed brows and surly frowns,

follow our fun,

our fucked up antics,

down the too straight streets,

no one but us understands,

the stupid secrets which we speak,

no one can find what we seek.

the need for now grows week by week.