Yesterday my words slipped out I skipped out
on them and went straight to you
Saw you pouring out over the walls into a clean cup.
+ ++ + a secret a secret + + + ++ ++ + + +?
Grim forest makes fir lovely tales, washed
up on a hillside, the hooded man
stopped before revealing him”self” and
Probed for something deeper than a name

“I haven’t really lived my life. DON’T Be afraid to Live Yours!”
“That’s what we’re all doing.” “That’s what brought us here tonight.”
     THUD Tommy is rolling down the hill in front of us like a sideways figure skater

The treasures we brought home were innumerable. Tommy guards the firestone… perhaps he best keep it for now.

Magical Mystery Tour! Van-sanity!
God the imaginations on those tikes!
The redrock riverstone in safekeeping, the backseat trio,
four players and no script. Scramblin our
manatees with chocolate chips.
  We Howled! Howled at the sea, the city, the believers and deceivers. We saw ourselves as seers, or I diid as we veered between reality and creation. Who could see the signs in the cigar lines, or hear the dove trapped in the bush, but us? Surely someone,
some bikers-by, aware of our nonesense
but innocently seeing such saw much less !
I pray that someday I will know the words to relay the magic of yesterday..

“This video will change your life if you let it.” <well, May.>
Lovely tones the mysticshow
fragrant eyeball upside-down rabbit-hole
see in future inclinations shifting You
between inhilations  exhale exaltations 
sit around a jujubi tree, stickin in the thick
of it,