Driving round the bend

In a glass house, placatory birds

Eating a handful of crumbs

Like lotus eaters on a sunrise

Pecking like a woodpecker in a hole

Gloating like semaphore crypt

In a pyramidal creosote lamp light

Taken in a dark room

If you walk 50 yards you’ll have a heart attack

Like boredom loping over a canopy

lifeboats are surrounding

Like a back up drive on permanent

Synergy syncopating random watermelon

In a hay stack like cream

And peaches in the summer sun

Lapping at my feet on the shore of life


See Frank Zappa