She walks out of a clothing shop,
	After a sudden stop,
		Turns to the direction,
			Where my hat gently dropped.
No words are in the air,
	She smiles and swings her hair.
It occurs faster than a blink,
	That my head starts to wink.
Lights are still on,
	But she has already moved on,
		Before my hat could hop on.

The top kept on spinning,
	Where to?
		Asked the man.
	At your foot, At your wheel.
The bottom kept on rotating,
	What for?
		Asked the kid,
	On your toes, On your bow.
The noise and melody of life,
	Are such inseparable harmonies,
		From your heart, To your heart.

A wonder
ful	Move yo
ur feet		Up and Do
wn			Your body a
long				With someone a
round you				Qu
ick				The fleeting plea
sure				Of living the rhy
thm					When no
body is wat
							ching

The fish smells like dead people, expired.
	The bodies on the river, floated.
		The dog that barks at people, whipped.
			The man who stands by the water, jumped.
			The woman who screams, fainted.
			The doctor arrives, shocked.
			Man and woman, dead.
			Fish and dog, dead.
			Four bodies, canned.
		Three bodies, wrapped.
	Two bodies, burned.  One city, closed.

Coming home to see the ruins of childhood
	...nothing to see
	...except...
	...some scattering of blackwood
All is memory
	...wrong
	...too often...
Ask to borrow
	...a part of your own history
	...from whom...?
Oh your old place...your old place...

She is always there,
       always there,
       always on time,
       always smiling,
       always laughing,
       always looking at you,
       always keeping her lips wet,
       always wearing the dress you gave her,
       always saying she could never find someone like you,
You were slow,
					So always is just never.

Heading into the sweet season...
One
	Two
		Three
			Four
				Shhhh...
				Lovers heading into Aprils...
				On..
					Tw..
						Th..
							Fo..

Window shopping becomes a habit,
	that you can't get rid of at the right time.
		Shop for a kid,
		don't tell him what you did.
		Shop for a dress,
		like a game of guess.
		Shop for a leg,
		too long for a gag.
	Ah, you are tired.
		Sometimes it does pay,
			to shop for your day.

Dry
Blackened shrimp
Served at dinner
				Dry
				Darkened Face
				Hit the mouth with a quiver
The governor has lifted his lid
The smell of burning corpse
The lingering desire of an extinct act
				He takes a small bite
			     Then signs the bill before night

I collect the sadness,

				then trade them for happiness.