…I can’t get to sleep. I think about the implications of diving in too deep and possibly the complications. Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright. Perhaps it’s just imagination?
Get the idea??
Today like any day. Rolled out of bed, talked on the telephone. Went to the doctor, she said “You’re OK”. Still I wonder “Who am I?”
In honor of his upcoming 58th birthday this Sunday:
*Dear Abby, Dear Abby,
well I never thought
that me and my girlfriend
would ever get caught.
We were sittin’ in the back seat
just shootin’ the breeze
with her hair up in curlers
and her pants to her knees.
I went to the movies with my little Peggy Sue. I had my dip there in my lip just like I always do. She didn’t know I was spittin’ in my coca cola cup. She took a great big swallow and threw her pop corn up.
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark.
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again