Not To Worry

I must, to stay within the zone keep down the electronics Conduction through my funny bone sets off those histrionics. A piece of cake to overstay one's welcome, gained anew, what if she smiles as if to say I need you like the flu? A million gallons smoothed those stones a journey's murky green, exotic fish, their muffled tones, blue algae in between. My hope is that the noisy geese that swim above and chatter, stay clear of the great golden fleece and take their pitter-patter off to the banks to make their nests while life goes with the flow, hold secrets close to feathered chests as time now fades below. So, let me be just like a fish, talk only now and then. Present to you a single wish the wish of mice and men. You know, of course, the old adage that folks will come to join, some dress in stealth and camouflage while others toss a coin. To walk with people for a while there comes a time to turn, some may be waiting with a smile and a bouquet of fern. As I observed (and you can see) my soul is histrionic, perhaps there is some hope for me through Gordon's Gin and tonic..