the sun has spoken to me yet again
filing me with love from above
but too much love turns my skin red then it flakes and falls off
so i hide from the love from above when i can
staying out of the sun
composing new lyrics to popular songs

Gosh, say can you see?
by the dawns early light
the skies are clear blue
til the jests they start streaming
broad stripes short and long
soon turn ioto clouds
what the fuck are they doing
do we E VEN want to know?

do they cut down the glare
from the smart sun up there
keeping us from the truth
from the sun which is streaming?