The Gallop- ©

sick and tired of being sick tired
galloping away any thought of a clean cut resolve
i am the dancer, the chancer the loon swoon unfold
her O in, her O out
her looming smoke chains around my verses like soft cuts 
of love...hate..hate..love..peace..chaos... 
bound...to the ground
peter pan's neverneverland is where i was found

And All these passers by me swing around on lonely lane
wanting out of this calamity cacophonic cold
and out of the rain
her O in, her O out
the moon asks me to stay,
again and again.

tea is delicate when sipped slowly savoured around the throat
to love freely and chance at fate... 
not dicate and listen
whismically..life is a dismal.. with us all in it..

Those eyes, Hipnotic and Sometimes absent
But beautiful and profound.. All things are beautiful.. Everything is King
Big train is king
Chew chew chew me..to my core.. i shall regenerate there is a bountiful fountain where 
i shall have more
her O in, Her O Out
i love the day, i love the night, when ever is there enough time 
for hours of my head against the pillow
when the days' song is so wanderous throughout? 
pray tell? i am bespelled
i have drunk from this gallant well and childwoman i remain
row, row, row your boat gently down the stream.......Piff Paff Poof!! 
Was it all just a dream?