Call me names if you will
So dam what...

Flip flop like a fish out of water
I am dying from the inside out...

I am another kind of drum, beat me.
Floating about the back waters of this mind...

Me and my photo album
Pictures are superior, digital will have to do...

We punt with what we have, no more
What can we do...

Give me a break!
I am stepping outside of the planet for awhile...

Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people...

Vision is our predominate sense
Photos movies from the mind...

Hello my dawn filled world
Dove grey clouds sprinkled across my sky...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

This is truly a demon haunted world
Reading the dark revelations of anothers mind...

Flying low scrawling like so
Unplugged [no hearing aid] but totally connected...