thought down

seems like I can’t go

anywhere and become a stranger again

do I really mind so much

strawberry jam my mind

full of coffee and thought once

would be enough, but

wrong was the turn

for the worse and sometimes

you never know and then you will

and time for some change

who do they think

they know me

I blend once blue sneakers removed

foot exposed to the world

the corn grows in rows

even when it snows in April

drifting to an escape

from a prison planet

of which you know nothing

and that matters none at all

if that is enough

then stop reading here

if you can cope with the rope

swing 67 thing keep on

because tomorrow is not a promise

an assumption

don’t know that I know

who really cares that much

anyhow way back to the first spot

in the grass where so many

lie overturned under still and blankets

won’t cover feet put on one shoe

and hop back to the point

lost it again

don’t try to understand

still get the chills

when napoleon’s great grand

daughter smiles down on me

brings my crazy neck quite a feeling

and don’t ask and don’t expect too much

too little is always creeping up on me

usually thought down

to another day…