While the words remain

Why is there no happiness …

I’ve only found true happiness

While writing.

Take me away

With your x-ray eyes

Tonight

Don’t look away

Out of the moon

I heard

The devil say

—-

Don’t lock me away tonight

Paths of destruction

We need a revolution

Dylan said a hard rain’s gonna fall

Why is there no happiness

Why is time a sleeper

When our soul’s on fire

Hearts desire

There’s no answer

And the words remain the same

We can walk these streets

All night

The words

Remain

The same

Beagle in the City #264

Francis: Did you bring me a snack?

Ethan: Oh shoot, I forgot the snacks.

Francis: So no snacks?

Ethan: I thought you had the snacks…

Francis: I ate all the snacks. Those were last time snacks. This is this time. What about next time?

Ethan: There will definitely be next time snacks.

Francis: Snax

The last dream you built

The last year inside the house you built

She said it’s ok if you can’t sleep

It’s just the sounds inside your head

All the stories you dread

It only takes some time

To get used to

—–

Outside

The clown goes mad

The media’s on repeat

He can’t figure out

It’s all marketing

He’s selling the future

But he’s still standing there naked

——

Inside

And up the stairs

Dylan lights a match

Stops and laughs

Says he’s about to go electric

I stop typing

And hand him another cigarette

—–

Down the street on the corner

Of lost and found

Seeking out some caffeine

Her eyes keep me at arms length

I reached in my pocket

Handed her a Honees

She smiled running her fingers through my hair

And kissed me

—-

Hendrix walks in

Sighing, asked for some help with his lyric….

—–

These times are all black and white

The youths ran away

With the color….

She cries

And says there’s no more room left to create in

I laughed

And said the sky is falling over

It’s only, the mirror…

Beagle in the City 259

Simon: Hey dad! So, I’ve decided to change my name to Cinnamon…

Ethan: Oh God, no.

Simon: Francis said it was a good name! Like a superhero!

Ethan: I can’t let you change your name to Cinnamon…

Simon: Why?

Ethan: Because it’s a, because, because some people are allergic to Cinnamon and you’re four. But I KNOW A CAT WHO’S GOING TO THE VA!