Called off
No fish
Changed to Pizza
Home cooked
Brains were fried
On cigarettes, joints and
Songs that we were picking
Accessories from nowhere
Added spontaneously
Stomping on the floor
Clapping hands
High volume
Low meekness
Tying new songs
Adding new words
Starry, starry nights
No one would understand
They didn’t know how
Perhaps they never will
We had our duty
Never stop trying
Giddy and happy
There was no lying
Images were flying
On a cold autumn night
Waves from the southeast
Caught sparkle from the moon
Our hearts were lifted
Stanski on 11/20/2023, ^
Steve Haarman 