On the outside here
Rattled & ruffled
scorned and shunned
Shouted down,
shut out
Standing still while on the
Run
But its ok I am right where I need to be.
Who knows me the warm ghost of history
The silent soul who lurks below
Every conscious moment
Like a window or a hole.
Within the walls o' forever
The mechanical way the world dances forward flowing faster still
Into a Kingdom already at hand
Waiting in the wings as it were
For the sun
For someone or something to show me the way
For someone else something new to get us through
Some new Lord & His motley crew of creatures
A band of brothers, Jehovah's favorite choir in a flat bed ford
Roaring through Winslow
Leach like river phoenix surging like mojo rising over Nixon's ancestral home
Kill the fat man in the bath tub before he gets to tucumcari
Kill the fat man in the Santa suit before the clock strikes Disney
Something has survived in this jurassic state of mind
In the mystic morning daybreak
He awoke w/ round, black eyes
What rough beast its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Los Angeles to be born?
