gold in these hills
and a little bit is mined
finally, I have learned
to enjoy sunshine

don't need poems much
anymore
nor do I need to feel like shit
which makes life beautiful
don't need cigarettes much
still choosing 'em
once in a while

found a voice comma a good golden one
in my little open quote office close quote
wonder how much of my noise
the spaceship walls drown out
--lovely Reeta's song pierces through
--heard much of her, seen quite little
the voice works now
for once
ever

>>I'm in your TV, you know.

used to be so afraid
of a fulfilled wishbone
seldom wished at all
just closed my eyes
pretended to think
and blew out the candles
and it came true