Upon the sunrise, I’ll be like-a-bird, as I fly-so-fresh without one-false-chirp. Upon the sunrise, wings will glide-on-gold. Catch me in-sun-light, a sight to-be-hold… then ~ I’ll fly bravely straight into the moonlight, moonlight, moonlight, feel the same breeze in the heat of broad night, dark night, stark night. I’ll spread my wings underneath a street […]Read more "– nightfall: sunrise –"
Numerous times, plenty of moments, it’s that same feeling… it’s that strange feeling, coming through the valleys again. Pressing the gas, passing the signs, it’s the same journey… where no one can hurt me, rolling down the highway again. ~ Let that rubber cool down, down; let that rubber cool down… ~ In the dark, […]Read more "– nightfall: always the long way –"
Take me up, take me out… from underneath that deep sound. TAKE ME UP through this town I walk once more… hunger pains just like before. TAKE ME UP and find a pizzeria, a food hole to meet up after 1:00 a.m.; cheese is my friend. TAKE ME UP and order food to go. Go […]Read more "– nightfall: food to go –"
Jazz notes still on the dome as I walk right through the kingdom, life in these streets is shown as those three lights do their blinkin’. A common building presents itself, typical and still quite magical. In through the revolving door I guess; in this hour, through doors I go. ~ This new surrounding is the most foreign in all the land. Commoners walk right through me in […]Read more "– nightfall: underground –"
I enter the kingdom, off a twisted journey, off a twisted road. Of food I am thinkin’, while the wheels cool, while my morals go. Parking in The Strip… in Carhops I dip… slice of cheese to go… down a chilly road. Then a sound is speakin’, on a lit corner, from a lighten soul. ~ He […]Read more "– nightfall: the trumpet player –"
Burnin’ through this rubber like it’s midnight oil. Roadways crack and stutter as unleaded boils. Tempted by the jungle sound, the safari happens now, with these wheels on fire, fire, fire. Radio shakes the auto down Fifth Avenue. No twinge here of sorrow, just views of the moon. Lying to myself I dare, dashing through the Midwest […]Read more "– nightfall: wheels on fire –"
They’re calling me in the distance, taunting all of my resistance, chatter from the downtown plain. Hyenas are hollering out, while hippos roam about, and free birds fly high just the same. ~ Would be dangerous to search the sacred land? Would it be sane or nuts to squash my proper plan? NO means NO […]Read more "– nightfall: wildlife –"