Bob Saves

no action
without consequences
no fairy tale theater
of the absurd
no white picket fences
you have to look hard
while choking on the
dust and the smoke
to see her...

daylight through
the bubbles
is amazing
but I'm crazy
making up trouble
trying to get to you.

swing your purse
or drive a hearse
the mirror will continue
to laugh.
you get old
lots of junk on account
pay for the past
with a dried up future
you have to sing in
the gale force winds
to see her...

I'm behind the waterfall
hiding in my cynics cloak
where its wet and cold
and I'm told
no one ever comes.
but you,
you part the skies
devastate the waves
don't believe in god
but Bob Saves.