amongst other flakes til we stick
white drifts grow as more flakes
fall from wet heights to cold ground.
We march offstep, listening
to drummers playing personal tunes
unique to our auditory canals
such that lock step never exists
diversity of opinion, blended thought
looking for change of means
to accomplish tasks of dreams
while remaining free of care.
Life is where ethics and morals dance
in practical utility of uncommon desire
to enable the riches of awe.
Interwoven good with evil, trying
to get for oneself a piece of
amerikan pie - as Don waves
bye bye to the chevy on the levy.
I am a flake - lightly falling
avoiding the worm at the bottle bottom.
(c) 2006 lemme howdt
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