I keep feeding my fishbowl head.
Strange things keep occurring to me.
Now looking back on almost every thing I ever said,
I’m thinking I might not even have to believe
for it to be so…
CH
needle to a thread
If I’m not alive, God can’t be dead.
For it is written. Because it’s read.
When you’re riding around in a wheel barrow
so much depends upon the two strong hands.
On the wagon. Could be a child’s one.
Radio flyer test flights in the sand.
Woo look at me go…
CH
Goldfish swimming in wine.
Eyes wide open all the time.
It’s a winter’s day but you wouldn’t know it for the sunshine.
I’m in short sleeves stringing these Christmas lights.
Just look at ‘em glow….
CH