Fading Away With My Words

"Fading Away With My Words"

I am awoken.

Are you tired or am I wired?

Hired or fired?

First or last?

Fast or slow?

Can u tell?

Did you know?

Stop the stall.

Start the show.

As long as the snow can flow.

It will let out a jolly glow.

Let it show.

Blow out the candles.

Hang onto your bicycle handles.

The fire hoses don't work.

Cause the Standells stole my sandals.

Is it night's daylight?

Or isn't anything right?

Wrong or left?

Like a dying man's sealed fate?

A Platters song?

Your namesake, Andy Plate?

Where r u skippin' off to now?

Probably some foreign galaxy.

Chanting a Hare Krishna song.

Muttering oaths under your tongue.

Sitting near a street light under a setting sun.

Max plays the organ all night.

Washington smoked cherry pipe tobacco.

Painted the face and beard.

Mighty weird.

A squirrel smoked roasted nuts.

Through a hookah pipe.

The hippies went to Woodstock.

Then they went to the S.H.S.

Listening to Little Queenie music.

In a mystical stupor.

By Jonathan Billet