There was never a big yellow bird
that could talk in a baby voice
and see prehistoric elephants
when no one else could.

There's no way to cough pretty
but you can still tickle pain
and that tight balloon of never again
can float your stickiest carnival dreams...
could lose you forever to the clouds too,
it's a toss up.


And fear what fear?!
Oh the fear of whatever there is you fear
and we almost ALL fear my friend.
The fear is a terrible friend
a dark lighthouse fourty seven miles frome shoreline
a backyard with no windows
I tell ya fear is your last resort
there's only a few places to go
after the non-soul of a just can't do it bites your ass.
There's still the what the hell
the i can always do this morning coffee kitchen window dream.