Foggy Glossy Truth.

I fell over all my vast conspiracy clothesline nose clotted blues.
House whites traded in for bartered Canadian sherry 74's.
Crossed the line many times in vain trying to find recovery.
At the bottom of a muggy glass salvation was found.
Groggy mornings and other details not worth explaining to the cold mornings.
Frost was found on the basement floors even with the electric heater on.
Awake to the new glory of a new born baby.

No one cares that our feet are freezing and about to peel off.
That is the essence of existence, the haves and have not's.
But never the Because's.
Damn the reasons off passion and will.
Free thought be consumed in a full blown fire of fundamentalism.
That is what the man with all the nice sounding clocks says.
The 23's turning into my triple 6's within nervous Tibet.

Dru.