There is a forest in my left eye
A hunter and pal in my right eye
On my upper lip near the middle
Is a woman on a couch with
a walker in front of her
In he background in the deep shadow
appears a man peeking over the couch looking at
the woman's back
It is always like that. I get lost in the little pictures hidden in the details
where scenes of life play out intriguingly. Happens with tree bark too outside
The only mirror I know is scenes of life in the fur and in the eyeball
noticed that on trumps face
Oh time to move forward from
So then I during a performance do a harmonized note in between all the other notes. One that resonates all the way to the director's ear. They always grin like I heard that and then I have to help. Jazz professors like it and drop by.... I tell them it came from playing with deer
Tickle tickle tickle says Y deer.....