tossed by the morning breeze, last night’s party balloons keep celebrating
some things seem to fit best, where they do not belong where it makes no sense
we are not the crow for us, the shortest distance meanders through time
prepare each morning to be amazed by one thing and it will happen
what we’re protecting determines how serious the security
what we imagine is what we want to believe can someday happen
every hole dug has the possibility of total collapse
to know we don’t know is to understand the need for a specialist
i stopped in mid-thought without understanding why and failed to resume
sometimes a story has an obvious ending that’s still a surprise
uptown jack 