lost and found
Darling my son
You'll not be done
Time will see to that.
For happy and blue
Will each cover you
With a fog that turns you flat.
Mother oh mother
I wish there were other
Coats of fate to wear.
But I know you say true
For I've studied you
When your prayer the air doth tear.
Darling my son
The deed it be done
With this bouquet of truth.
It can stop your fall
For although it be small
It blossoms colors of youth.
And so time did fall
On the big and the small
Long closed my mother's gate.
Uneven steps led
And my soul spread
Through lands of love and hate.
The bouquet I lost
With a casual toss
In an act of daring do.
To prove to a whore
There was no more
Of what she knew she knew.
So began my search
Through the scorched earth
Of every West coast brothel.
Till a whore near a Sound
Said it was found
By her paying guest named Divad Bothel.
I sped his distance
Impelled by insistence
My happy shunning blue.
But my new best friend
Bloomed a dead end
For he'd lost my bouquet too.
My quest carried on
In a village beyond
The hill where vines did laugh.
Blue sky made me bluer
And truth made it truer
As I rode down the garden path.
To a figure in black
Who pointed back
To a tree that bled.
My happiness bloomed
But I picked a feign bloom
Of the blue fire of the dread.
Oh mother oh mother
Life's simple wonder
Of the lost and the found
Must be more
Than a five and dime store
Of the handbook of the clown.
Oh son oh son
It's not you I shun
When not the secret I sow
So that as you sleep
Without your weep
That fragile seed would grow.
Far better still
To till your will
And then the answer know.
Or better yet
Loosen your debt
And let your heart it show.
Through many years
And many tears
And the many steps I've tread
My mother's word
Has been my heard
And now I be the dead.
I give you led
From my whore's bed
So my dead not be your miss.
So my mother's seed
Can be your lead
From your imprisoned chrysalis.