Word, Toonces, Word.

Its Toonces The Driving Cat!

Flood The Stream With Fire

but what can rocks tell of the
fall from the tower
of moving across deserts
in a different age
when dense lonely cold hearted
creatures ruled
in the swiftness
with ease
the world is changing
stories rewritten erased
enclosed in haze
with added strangeness
washed before the monkeys
ruled.

Everything New Is Old Now / Everything Now Is Ageless

loving you is easy
give up all the secrets
espinage is abandoned
crackled,
collapsing absurdly
like some old theatre
in good old
Philadelphia.

there are two twin stars
behind your
eyes burning
solar flares
miracles on demand
if you believe
in the soft summer rain
or whatever you've got
can afford to lose
or give up on keeping
after a long day

hang a hook
on your comet's tail
for the ride
and the magic
lift the end of the sky
up like black vail
and
we'll go sailing.

   - for Bob