long ago I hated the stones
then before long grew up
ran gauntlet after gauntlet
till one day
I wore the leather jacket
they said I would look good
in...grow your hair
and beard....
gave me skinny jeans
I picked up a wallet chain
and sunglasses
I mountian bike
and grit from the sidewalks
and road even at first gear
chopper speed
Mountian bike speed
no front fender
U get bugs...dirt
insects..thus the dark
shades....Its not just
too look cool
and cold air too
..
I was working..
had just finished at a top
end military installation
slinging fibre optics
I was up a pole
the stainless cable
lasher I was transferring
when the eclipse right
around here happened
Darkness overhead..
streetlights came on
at the horizon nothing
but light...as if a
dusk or dawn
was three sixty all
about while cold of night
decended and street
lights powered up...
I loved it...I can see
why It scared the ****
out of the ignorant
many will do what they
want in guadratic configurations
and it will suprise U
Fibreglass fibre optics frame fielding farmers. Fielding farmers are not playing rounders today. They are pushing little feet into wellington boots then chasing a lone sheep whilst riding on a two ton heifer who wears a saddle and a harness with pride. Oh dutiful tulip your lips of hues are chewing the dews. Like a wheel arch covers in rain spat up from puddled ground. Puzzling puzzles protrude profusely. And passions are pausing players in a table whirl of dingbats' cafe. Number eleven is a fine wine of a diplomat but diplomats are neither delivery drivers notes nor are they noted diplomatic demonstrators demonstrating delivered deletions. Combat no cereal cake in a square cup of milk. For shaking around and around is akin to lying down on a bed of spiked cactus. Z Categorical cat cushions Z Meteorological Z at forty nine baked buns to seven bundles of bacon beaks. X
Rock it and then roll
What's your thing Ozzy, Acdc
Are you a hardcore,
Or do you just want to sing
The lyrics get in the fibre optics rolling and rocking my brain
listening to this music I go creatively Insane.
I don't have a bike so i cant be a biker
No hippy flowers to put on your alter
Just my CD with the tunes I love
Rocking and Rolling ill be in my Heaven up above
Memoirs of a Madman!
31.8.2016
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