Who are these children
Who scheme and run wild
Who speak with their wings
And the way that they smile
What are the secrets
They trace in the sky
And why do you tremble
Each time they ride by
“Your Gold Teeth II”
All the girls are laughing at the local mall
and all the boys are watching the girls walking.
The girls are laughing because boys are watching.
There are psychedelic shadows on the wall.
Some religious types worry about a Fall
while most science types think we’re just evolving,
no thought, design or over-arching scheming
like a young boy choosing which young girl to call.
I used to keep a journal. Very detailed.
I stopped it when I looked back after five years
and saw nothing of my life in all the facts.
The who, what, where, when, why and how business failed.
The scientist fears peer review. The priest fears
divine revelation. What’s the book of Acts?