the sound of innocence
ripples through my window
with the cool fall breeze
and the rhythmic bouncing
of weekend freedom on the street
chews me up
and spits out memories
like over-chewed tobacco
into a bucket of longing

for time to slow
rewind
scraped knees
elbows
ice cream 

could cure
all the problems of the world
spoon rattling 
against the empty bowl
makes me shiver now
as i long for my
sounds of childhood

california love

lets move to california love

where the smog will fill our lungs

in search of life so sweet

we'll taste it on our tongues

we can live in the the suburbs

or the city if you please

we'll have a lovely garden

and rows of apple trees

you'll make the music

and i'll create the art

harmoniously in love

whether we're together or apart

so what do you say?

wont it be grand?

just promise if the earth quakes

you will hold my hand

so break out that piggy bank

and save what you've been earning

because i'm ready for the adventure

our hearts have been yearning

and we are all waiting for

the soft glow of

3:27

illuminates a billowy

white silhouette 

floating carefully through

a maze of furniture

feet quietly smacking

and sticking

to the cool marbled floor