let it blow, let it dance
we shift about
the day's vanity, the night's remorse
pure tones
climbing up the wall
after double rainbow
for an instant stands at ease
1926-1989
fish hook
mountain sound spectrogram
suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
sunny long legs
for all were full of wine and meat
a band "long hairs"
the smell of new-mown hay
just chill, man
the wire, re-up, episode eight
I just pretend I'm listening
leek and smoked cheddar tart
sail to the moon and sniff the moon beams
countdown to fula
slow fuzz
the new cool
minus the bear underground
in a box
until the town lie beaten flat
elephant candle and written page
or a bird's sleepy cry
lizzard gear
a large globe in which a spectator can stand and view
yet another hiccup
finding an ancient smile
another hiccup
don't hit me with your tennessee rose
order your pizza
i'm glad i spend it with you
so that pluto no longer qualifies
his pioneering spirit
physics and astronomy
to every demon there is an angel that thwarts that demon
loaded with all new bonus features
after dark
crackling mountain and other stories
along with mr.morning
likes... fw2
likes... fw1
red ribbon, a ribbon colored red
flashlight barrel into head
inedible window
leave the door open, set the night on fire
in the mists of better cigars
compliments to the chefs
when clouds drift across the sky, things will float on sea
scotch's drafting tape
iron like a lion in zion
butterflies..fishes..snakes...........scales
here, there and everywhere
start drinking whiskey at 3 pm as it rains
we say this gonna be the last for this year
please ask daddy, mommy is off duty
tongue dancer
the hell of poison gas