white picket fences

it’s a beautiful town
every reason to smile, no reason to frown
there’s a hint on the breeze
a trace of a thunderstorm makes me at ease

it’s the way that i feel
the front pushing from this ream to the real
sunshine through the leaves
a trunk twists and rises as this dark ant heaves...
a prize
a million reams i shoulder for the heaven in your eyes

i will surrender all of my defences
in this wilderness way beyond
way beyond white picket fences

the sound of a bee?
a march fly? neither bothers me
there is freedom in risk
chances of romance in a wagtail’s whisk

a beautiful girl
clothes in a gust, lust, dust in the swirl
when i see you i’m lost
to find you i’d travel over pages of frost...
for the prize
a mystery in a moment, the movement of your eyes

i will surrender all of my pretences
in this wilderness way beyond
way beyond white picket fences

it’s the stamen of the flower
the areola in the brassiere
a brilliant line in a novel
the sound of pure relief
opening into the world
the afternoon sun high
ink and ideas overflowing
ink and ideas overflowing
stars pressing at the blue sky
the regrowth in the forest
it’s the surprise of simple truth
it’s the surprise of simple proof

i will surrender, pull down my pretences
in this wild streak way beyond
way beyond white picket fences

there’s beautiful rays
march flies, the sun sets its shadows on the day