“A Cold Play on Words, Waiting for the Music to Start”

written September 29, 2005

Every time I have a Yellow thought
The Clocks stop
I swear I’m in a Spiderweb for sure
This Y mess, with the X
What the hell, damn this stress
What would you have me be, God
…a Scientist?

The better to Fix You-but wait?
I do not hesitate
To tend, blend and inter-mend with you
At the Speed of Sound

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