No Title For Life

See in the shape of my body

The left over parts from the apes and monkeys

I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell, but stay awhile, and maybe then you’ll see a different side of me

You flew by like a summer vacation

You left me with TV-movies and a messy kitchen

How does a duck know which direction South is

And how can it tell its wife from all the other ducks?

We turn out water into wine
It’s something we do all the time
It doesn’t cost a single dime
And it’s beautiful, yes, it’s beautiful

I’ve done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication

When I finally get to sleep
I dream in Technicolor
I see creatures come back from the ice age
Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage

I listened to a bird that told me all
He seemed to make no sense as I recall
So far I haven’t heard a songbird sing
A single verse that told me anything

Running into you like this without warning is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning

I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
They didn’t need to know how they were made
I wondered if the world kept something hid
Denied to me for something that I did