Road to Turmoil

into shrouds
of celestine vision
and wrapped up tight
in gowns of where life once was
and now it is here again
flaming this way and that
not knowing why
or when
or how
but tipping my glass in the direction
of girls who play
so soft
and silly
in sunlight's glare
in pastel dresses
barrets pulled up hair
not even one of simple cares
ahhhhhthe little girls that make men
grit their teeth
comb their hair wrong
and smoke their pipes backwards
in the confusion
of a dream
found in the head of
Bing Crosby

Whiskey or Scotch anyone?
It's time to beat the kids