it all sounds like bon jovi in my head
but i take some twisted comfort in that
that the toaster is yellow
and the sun, well, he's blue
the moon is still silver
and the water's maroon
rubberbands are snapping the necks of the leaves
the chipmunk is tripping on ten hits of LSD
you're standing there leaning against the washing machine
while i gracefully dance on the purple concrete
and from afar something's heard by all in the land
something that sounds like a rock and roll band
hendrix on the left
joplin on the right
little dancing bears that appear to be in flight
jamming and wailing
guitar overload
morrison came strolling up the yellow brick road
the lizard king was wearing a gaudy fur coat
not far behind him
garcia is seen
he passes his hookah to freddie from queen
and i said to you wow, this must be a dream
for the sky is bright pink and the clouds are bright green.
and look there is jack and his magical beans.
thats when i completely stopped talking out loud
kurt floated by hanging out on a cloud
the squirrels all had mohawks and spikes on their tails
jesus christ was hanging out on three nine inch nails
nostradamus proclaimed from out of the blue
"i told you, all of you, that this would come true"
it was starting to sound like a dr. seuss book
the cat in the hat and the sneeches by look
the river was flowing like a red lava lamp
"look! betty page! God what a tramp!"
thats when Bob Marley said "lets go get high!"
we climbed up the stairs to the boston creme pie
the place was so crowded we could barely get by
eventhough you and i were having a ball,
we had to say goodbye, goodbye to one and all
the grinch was not very terribly happy
we promised we'd be back next time we were napping
all we had to do was close our tired eyes
to be transported back like faeries and flies.
well, it's grey time again and time to wake up
i woke up and thought, "what in the fuck?"
--janine
Reflections
familiar.. not by any means..
tempting.. more than it seems..
when all my troubles turn to stones,
and my emotions overflow,
sometimes.. i don't know where to go..
notice.. right in front of you..
someone.. that could pull you through..
and it's you i love, we were both mixed up together..
and sometimes, it works out..
and it's you, in the picture - so lovely..
and i sometimes see my reflection,
a part of me..
and it's you, in the picture - so lovely..
and i sometimes see my reflection,
a part of me..
waiting.. until you return..
desire.. i let it burn..
and i might spend my life with you,
we'll just see how it goes..
because sometimes, you don't know..
and it's you, in the picture - so lovely..
and i sometimes see my reflection,
a part of me..
and it's you, in the picture - so lovely..
and i sometimes see my reflection,
a part of me..
but you know, my favorite, reflection..
is from your eyes..
from your eyes..
--Matt(O7 12 1976@aol.com)
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