here ye, here ye & here ye
wash past the rice pudding
threw the blanket of trust;
shine forth the diamond fold
in a land of make belief
the sheriffe sent you;
In a land filled with a temporal means;
Sundays, through each fluid hat
Under the big top...
The clowns will surprise you
through the field of dreams
a taught witness filled with no regrets
A dime bag filled with pot
Each step of the way
burning chimneys along the oceanic sound filled griefs
A look at the clown,
Chase passed the tortured souls
leap through the kitchen light
We are sold without the street walker
I'm accountable, a trust to include;
the bread that was turned of eleventh scent
The flop filled suit
Dances, laughs & trust
here ye, here ye, here ye
The circus came to town alongside the bearded woman
A band to mix up the fable Celtic quench
In the mirror the clown has tears over flowing
Wizard of Oz