Out My Window

Look at all those chumps going somewhere

while we are ensconced in this warm cocoon

keep on doing the indelibly magic mushrooms that were doing

listening to Bing and Danny

the colors are uncanny

the deep reds,greens and vermilion

as the sun nears its perihelion

clocking Vera-Ellens hand span waist

what I wouldnt have done for a taste

the best things happen while shes dancing

on a river of sound

a stream of unconsciousness

creek of leather

till tensions unwound

why do those chumps keep going somewhere

when the here

is here

in the now

colors abound

panoramic vista-vision

appreciate every little thing

thats around


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