Gerry

She seeks explosive release, what she cannot find, nothing seems to please, she won't hear good news, love is just a crime, a cover up for truth, hear the hiss of blasphemy, she doesn't do sublime, or give anyone a treat, why disguise the Blues, or nourish her mind, she's never there for you, she shakes her keys, December in warm climes, is no Odyssey, filled with loving need, for the family chimes, she'll stamp her feet, rather bleed, forget a sense of ease, or justice time, our daughter's genie, is another rhyme. no one takes you for a fool find an Ocean to play, if they think that crass, consider them gone, you're not perturbed, dancing on brown chairs, when you tell lover's lies, money you tooled, in a poor welcome light, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but no more sighs, bells of what you're doing, whoever make me plead, wave goodbye to dreams, she has me all alone, my turn now to bleed, always opens the gate they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, you never throw stones What you created, with me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate. when you geniflect