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Have To Go Home

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in fact its the bone
and when ya hear that drone
big wheels keep-a-turnin'
this ultimate yearning
no place....there's
no place left to hide
captured characters on I Spy
Columbo's on yer tail
fact is I'm ready to wail!!!
the dance...shaking...gyrating
flute sending bolivian thunder
cross white room
bamboo curtains
time standing in the midst of loud
smilin' all knowing it ain't gonna last
"Proud" to be ...you just gotta be
and what of this forest full of trees
and the hive that's attracting all the bees
go on buzzzzzzzzzzzz......all because
honey dripper......feeling sifter
all night drifter...sticky spider web
words that are just...thoughts ....in head
toppling...knocking asunder....ravaged...
plundered...spell had you under..."to easy"
what of a matchmaker?
what of a matchmaker...(firestarter?)
satiater...all time truth serum taker
"straight-up!"
or rather,"what it be!"
this writer part of family tree
what'll be- will be
and it's lying at the voyage to the bottom
bottom of the sea.....
and its a O SAY CAN YOU SEE world were
living in.....my beautiful friend
my till the end ...my friend
and will you bend????...to hear
abstract thoughts that can be dispelling fear
cause in freedom's nature we can rearrange
the whole damn plantation....I mean the whole
imagination...in those in between the lines
the fact still prys open the new...this thing called
cosmic brew...this see what you can do....makes us
all tick ...and it ain't no trick...nor lickity split
it's the chance for the dance...a time call it enraptured romance....makes ya feel like a lil kid...never ever...
keep it hid... never ever keep it hid.....WIREMAN