Love Song

Freedom is the great retainer,
Bold new reasons for a justified remainer
Earning crust in a lip less land
Where lovers walk hand in hand
Sharks and storks, stalk the sand
Following currents of words

Following currents of words
And grape vines of news
Berries like snippets of information
Pipettes of a muse

Love is pigeons freed
And tying me up
Only to let me go
Love are the dying leaves
On the pavement
Where builders have scored
Their lines in old cement
For plans of ill pursuit
Plans of ill pursuit

Love is the I
The spit in the Eye
That makes you get up and try
Some more each morning
It is the bitterness of dawn
When you realize she's not there
Or when you forget she was even there
Or when money surrounds your thoughts like sharks in a calm lagoon
Spoiling your fun
Like pricking your thumb
On the needle of the loom
Like focusing on the sun
With one
Eye on the moon
Hoping it will work out one day when you're too old
To climb a dune
Like in an American movie
Where they all eat apple pie
But they never show the apple pickers
Nor the millers working
Their fingers to the bone
To give you flour in your home
For 5 cents an hour
Down in old Mexico

Hollywood sweet bread rules the
City arcades
It is in the faces of the charades
The hopes of young girls and boys
Who would have been better off playing with toys
Than joining the real world so soon