That thing, give it to me, please Your shiny clicky click-clack The faceted rock I want to squeeze A precious stone, your plastic jewels, Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot? I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties To put them in my…

he cannot focus yet he stares out the window maple leaves dancing

I look out and see the possibilities of my life.  A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore.  It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled.  There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach.  I hear the song. I…