Act 1
Car horn
Lady bug………shattered pelvis
Toilet rug -
Mixed down drink if I think
How many shades of pale ?

Act 2
Hubris headlines on ink stained news
Eyes must be going to join my charm….
.clock radio,
sterile budget,
wing toed blues
This ain’t no riot
This ain’t no fast food
………………This ain,t subversive
We just pushing up the ground

Act 3
Flaming halls of clickety clues
A little make up will cover the bruise
Pound the gavel
Pound the gavel
Let the digging begin
with the trapezoid and its area of squaria
Open container Lug wrench
Shaft slightly split open to one side
…………………Car crash gods enjoy the heady wine
While white line thigh bones of sacrificial bulls burn the beach of glory

FIN

Johnny:

You were great today. You managed the unmanageable, moderated the
immoderate, and controlled the uncontrollable. I know it was no easy
task, all the more reason I am extremely grateful to you.

To “rock star,” “TV host,” “radio DJ,” and “NARAS board
member,” you can now claim the title (for better or for worse)
“political pundit.”

We accomplished today what we needed to do: support Hank Johnson and
his colleagues. They are grateful for that, and that makes our
campaign that much stronger.

Very best,
Daryl

It turns out the world is in fact flat !!!!

the last possible stop on this table top planet is phi phi island in thailand, this final stop is also this worlds most beautiful. The pull from the worlds edge is unmistakable. The result of proximity is the feeling of being absolutely complete. The rays of a content sun beam in every direction.,

Bump and bang – flaps up – the rush of turbine in reverse….speedy asphalt touching down in bangkok.

Your voice comes calling
thoughts whisper too

dreams a sprawling room
Come crashing through
A vicious wrecking ball
Misunderstood horse kicking stall
Flames climbing all four walls

Extra long forearm bones
Make em look like their carved from stone
The somber symphony boils the sea
While the white melody sips her fragrant tea
Only the Darkest of tones ride my wind

When the hatchet falls – tis the end