under the alabama stars

have you ever met michael freeman...a free man in his own right...i am wandering the lifeless boulevards (i want to call the avenues boulevards for the poets' sake, and for pete's)...another day of walking down the plugged up and populated boulevards! just to end up next to the mill, just for an inch of trespassing and a yard of bliss...

see the sights

i roll through your 'buzz' and your days and nights of sun and rain...i live the lives of the ancients, the anxious...i wish for another option...another word, another phrase, another freshly mowed lawn...something to bring kite flying fun day, kite flying sunday, onwards...quiet nights, lonely days away...i wish for days far from suffering...far from questionable health...days when i didn't need to rely on the well-bred, ball-washing, ghosts of our father's doc's to diagnose me...when we all loved humanity...back before i was born...back in the days of myth, legend, and one plus one...i live here...living with sin, with heartache, with eternity...