TynvdBrandhof

By TynvdB

Hohey, Ohnay, who comes to play...?

Hohey, what to do on a dull grey day
when nobody else comes to play
and makes your boredom fade away?

No dimes to gamble, no lust to read.
No booze to loose your head, no pot
to blow your mind apart, no date
today, no God to pray, no room to
clean, no shopping mall to trot.
No love to write, no cake to make,
no friend to call, no job or joke to
tell, no child or invalid to help, no
porn to surf, no blipping on the way?

Hohey, what’s wrong with you?
You never have a wish to BE, to
cry, to sing or dance, to dream?

Ohnay, you want to hear what I did
DO this chilly April-day: NO THING
to Sing About...Just time enough to
bike&stray into that wiffling sand, so
full of shells, and smelling, salt and
surf and greenblue rolling waves,
Just playing and inhaling on the heart
beat in my artery rocking on my Mother,
O, laughing, washing Sea. And Sailing
with the Zephyros We painted all our
Joys&Toys into this visionary Song:

Hohey, Ohnay, who wants to come
and play at the surfline Today?

(tyn/17.04.14)

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