Blow your horn for the

angels, Sonny, and give them 

the thrill you gave us 

 

A raindrop down your back 

let's you know you're still alive 

and nature is at play 

"The world is burning

so why not have some fun?" they

asked, grinning madly 

Pin hopes on clover,

dandelions, and daisies, til 

winter comes again 

Sometimes when a door 

closes, you have to jimmy 

a window open 

Ghosts with shadows dance

among the gravestones lightly 

until the morning 

Thirty years ago 

they said take back the power 

but we heeded not