it’z a members only
travelin road crew
gettin big gig ready
for the show,
in a bringin in the singin
w a vineyard backdrop,
in a bringin it loud
without the clouds
n throw a helluva party
so die hard hearty
in the luvin buzz,
ever so bahamas
w hunny dew drippin hunnies
pourin little pitchers
over their heads
n dancin in bikinis
under the sun drop
n a sparklin in their dazzlin smiles
in north east pa
so sweet to the music
in the vineyard jamz.


she put out her hand
n dragged the whole sky
w a full moon
chasin’ down the backseat window
on a main street
feelin’ her heat treat
in a lets go home
in a villa so rome
in a spread it out make out
leavin’ the world without
the stars in the master bedroom.


on heaven’s trail –
in more than just a binge
livin on a high wire
into the wide open view
into the now,
in the sweet luvin we’re makin’
time after time,
makin’ our own way
day after day,
and wipin’ away
the past into beautiful rushes
with sunshine in the everylastin,
all so special in the songs to stay.


pretty darlin –
in this meet n greet,
gotta toast that,
to feel the heat
into your everylastin scenery,
gotta post that stat
in the back seat,
leaving good times
in the shares so cinnamon
of your endless song
in all that crystal sweet sugar synonym,
taking in every night
til every mornin
in the dances unlimited
made out of heaven pretty darlin.


it takes a lot
of starvin in metaphor,
as if participatin in the hunger games,
to show a fitness of toughness
in giant duel zip lines,
like so aerial in the thrills
w no snow required,
in adventurous features
amongst the maples n the evergreens,
as if hittin the slopes
in findley lake ny,
to show my up in the air,
in a that’s where,
my bungy trampoline
in the scenic scenes,
is like a widespread –
in all that’s so sugar shack
keepin me hot in the summer,
no matter if it means –
a keep on sacrificing
in the only uplift
that keeps me defining
the way i gotta participate
in the hunger games.


like a brick wall
built in the layers,
it takes heavy duty transportation
in the wet n sand n gravel mixes
to reach a site of designation
and plug holes for a new foundation.
like any metaphor,
the entrepreneur is a diversifier
in the behaviors
of captivating pleasures,
in bringing it to doorsteps,
like a man creating new recipes
in the swirls left by a batters mix
poured into the cake pans,
only then to come hot out of the oven
to show it takes the hot n cold
in bringing it different,
seemingly so hard to reach
in conventional ways,
until it engages in the breakthroughs
to understand being open-minded
is an adventurous enterprise
in the trade show associations
of modern technology
to cut loose and bust in the scene,
so that opportunity,
becomes so die-hard clear.


here i go,
taking a little journey
in a spinnin back trackin
in the songs written
held for so long
in silent lip smittens
so quietly breezin in a chorus come along,
in the so long ago,
as if ridin a night train in chicago
with her stylin in sicilian –
take it all in of her deep roots so blue
sippin n a recordin
like on an old cottage piano
listenin in the learning notes
in vitality so melodic in key
in the mix feelin free
into the spinnin wheel headlands,
teachin a kid in the farmlands
how to sing into her deep indigo blues.