Orange lights shine from street lamps,
orange lights shine on what is paved,
Something about the tail end of our conversation
left me feeling slightly vague.
This car has
like a submarine out at sea,
the current swallows red headlights
while exhaling shiny, tipped waves
Looking through the rearview mirror,
The night was staring back at me.
She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady
Ripe with her purity.
Reading the white lights of the city,
I place a book mark for a rainy day.
gliding towards the illuminated tunnel
Into Bustling traffic,
and faster paced people,
I never considered cigarettes,
until I washed up,
onto this flickering scene.
strangers smile and frown.
got myself a traveling circus,
of people I call friends.
Funny how little flares of imagination
send us shooting to the stars-
like banging of pots and pans
The ruckus in the room,
has me bouncing off the walls
neon green tuxedos-
we are all just here tonight, dancing,
along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life.
we are all just here tonight dancing-
like sunlight touching diamonds,
we are dancing
Funny how little flares of imagination,
send us all stringing along.