Cocky

"Cocky"



Is there coca behind every cloud?

It's raining loud.

On the bus' loudspeakers.

Quit bellyaching because behind every bellyache there is heartbreak.

You can take it or make it.

It's all coca's art nouveaux riches gift to me.

I can only see what is or not to be.

In a light blond sea of flavorful frozen tea.

Only to be set free in a mystic's song called Hanalei.

I once knew a man named Diamonds Dupree.

He wrote inspiring limerick poetry.

By the coastal sea.

In a sleepy land dreamed by me.

Are we all we claim to be?



Jon Billet to Morse's Band.-12.04.15