the frozen mile
 is a flower that smiles
          the remaindered paperback of your years
                       spent in cages
                                the lion
is in your thoughts
          i heard it roar
               how
             i don't really know
                           i'll bet you half a ham and pickle
    sandwich
          but
   forget it
   please
          pass the rhododendrons
    we'll arm ourselves
   like the police
        the flower that smiles
               with bullets
     no
no
 no
  no
 no
       time bruised you
                    but it was all in good fun
  we'll trade one reality
     for fifty others
         one buick for
     a peach
             one dollar for
 a thousand