Strange love song


there is an old old town

of people small and frail

living lives in harmony

with blue funk and no pain



black are the strait laces

that adorn the town square

red purplish pillars

with frills on the stairs


the clocks all go backward

careening into space

time is not a premium

in this atavistic place


far away in the distance

cumulonimbi gather glace

they kiss the misty mountaintops

roar with earthen grace


the movie hall is greenish

ivied walls it holds

in the cavernous interior

mary jane is rolled


the pictures on the radio

the sounds of belly roars

the creaky creeps of silence

the bloody waves on the shore




the streets all go down

through wierd cazy caves

the ramparts of the crossings

filled with many braves


greased sit the bankers

with their squeaky shining shoes

rolling evil dough

brewing loaded brews



blue are the pilgrims

black is the rain

yellow are the monsters

overstuffed with grain


jokers clap in unison

in all towns such as these

making air patterns

to disturb the flying geese


and far away again

beyond the soaring blue

beyond the azure valleys

there is just I me and you


we all fly together

fighting the growing pain

taking pills to forget

growing sadness in our brains



@Sanjeev Chhiber 5/4/2009

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