turning
left seems right

right seems wrong

music playing
…………old old songs

the table turns
and the turntable
sings
…………. paul is dead

no one believed
a morbid thought
yet captured some’s attention

voices combine
to a noise
sound without meaning

queries are posed
how to make sense
out of senselessness
how to believe
in the unbelievable
dreams & nightmares
are one in the same
fantasies unclaimed

damn
it’s later than thought

keep trying to move forward
but the world moves
sideways
my destination unknown

turn to the right
see meadows of delight

for strawberry fields
are always in bloom

my head spins
like an old 45
wishing to play at 33

if you’re not from era
you’ll never understand
we make love
not war

might be bummed
but don’t freak out
for we all were some type of
children of flowers

damn
what hour is it

keep trying to move forward
but the world moves
sideways
my destination unknown

hearing a blare
doesn’t hurt the ears
police are somewhere near

and
if counting every breath you take
does it get me
any closer to you

but if i catch you looking
in someone else’s direction
is that a reflection
that your affection is fleeting

my mind
might not mind
the heart might hurt

so much
so much
so much
……………traveling

damn
am i late