I balance on water like there's something inside

I Balance On Water Like There’s Something Inside

Life…rambunctious and scary
Hats…climactic and bloody
JACK-didactic and pretty
Rum balls-regular itty bitty and shitty

So much so much
It’s time to snow this much
It’s time to show this much

Show the mulch, the candy dand,
the plain you who does what she’s gotta do.
Show the dances on stage every time you paddle canoe,
every time you wink and choose,
every allowance,
every sing of the achoos.

Show the poems, every one of them,
show the battles
show the lack of bottles,
show the octopus,
remember the game he has to play-
show the octopus everywhere you go-
say I do everything and I do things slow.
I do everything and slow is how I go.
Sell the world your secrets at the rodeo,
at the park,
most of all, in the dark.
Tell them you do things your own way
and pray and pray and pray and pray and pray…

Now what’s left is a cherry or two,
a blue striped canoe, a blue striped shoe.

I ought to call mi madre today to say hey and thank you and have a nice day.
I need more computer time on my own time,
more work and alone time,
more caterpillar and roam time.
More decency, more dilution, more solution.

Psychadelia is the way to play in the rhinoceros hay.
Wow I’m in pain as I bleed for the second day,
and rehearse my dolphin splay,
my dolphin “hooray”
as I splash the waters surface,
as I jump rope on the tide,
as I balance on water,
like there’s some thing inside.
The way to play is the way to get paid.