Who's In Control?

10/31/77

Sometimes people way

that they "aren't being themself"

Like what they've done and said

had a little help.

Some say there are spirits

who enter sometimes,

And take control

from within our minds.

Sometimes I will wpeak

and then look around,

Because I spoke without thought

and heard only the sound.

But I feel no presence of spirits,

I am neither prophet or preacher,

When I am not my self,

I am only my teacher.

Fools Gold

They pan for gold
led by rumor or knack,
Scooping and sifting,
dull rocks they throw back.
Gold in the Booby Rock?
Who would think that?
Hopeless romantic?
Or just crazy as a bat.
Lonely souls
Still believe in fairy tales,
We take their money
shaming justice's scales.
I see you see me
You think you see through,
Intrigued by the darkness
You dream of me and you.
I haven't been born
or I've already died
It exhausts me to wonder
why I have nothing inside.
I'll sparkle for a minute
but don't think you’ve seen my soul,
I  checked when I had hope
and found a wide, dark hole.
Shake away the sludge
and tip the water from your hat,
It's only fools gold
and badly damaged at that.

For Larry Wells 1979

Laugh

1977 for Jim

Laugh, Baby, laugh,

Yea, laugh for a while,

Laugh in my face,

Baby, just go wild.

Cuz I'll laugh with you

and at you, too,

Lover you don't know

but the joke's on you.

Laugh till you're dizzy,

Yea, laugh till you're stoned,

Until you hear the door slam,

and you're laughing all alone.