Bukoowsky and Me

A VIEW FROM BEYOND THE BLUE I hate to see the world this way Everything seems like an aimless gray Over there used to be a cow P\Pasteur all blazingly green Now it’s just another iron and concrete scene Building icons construct latter day dinosaurs against our iconoclastic wishes So I think for two months a winged angel should do the dishes Because even angels have duties to perform And some of them even do it far above norm But my angel and I look down and cry for a society’s pretense Weeping for the fools without angels nor sense Sometimes she says if I want to go down it’s okay But it’s easy to see in angelic eyes that she prays i stay There is no way in the world I would nednd your world gone awry I’ll just stay in the breath of white clouds and fantasy’s fog until I die Because ain’t no reason for me to return except Raggae and rum And get the valet to pull around our car, but not Jake, he’s too dumb And you all can do me a favor and entertain me while I look down I want to see every fool, every bigot and everyone I deem a morose clown So I’ll just remain up here with my angelic life that keeps me calm While my angel and I have a wager on when someone will release a nuclear bomb © 2011.…free poetry ~free cee!~