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IDEAS

Some sculpt in sound
Some sculpt in clay
Some shape things in unusual ways
I sculpt ideas
And prick up my ears
When I hear a thought that strays

From the usual talk
Of weather and stock
And the great Bambino’s curse
I want to go
Where they don’t say no
To the edge of the Universe

Words go together
Like birds of a feather
They will describe anything
From the breath of a flower
To the whores in the bower
And even a lord of the ring

So put word on word
Then add the absurd
Oh what a wonderful soup
Explore the divine
Many sides of time
So what if we’re full of poop

It’s good for art
To become a part
Of the expanding reality
Don’t limit yourself
No brain on the shelf
Forget neutrality

Ideas have colors
Like no others
They light up the face of reason
Whatever discipline
You think you’re in
Go for a little teasin’

I do appreciate
The way that fate
Has laid you in my arms
You’re subject to
The idea glue
That has so many charms

I press on you
To use that glue
In lusty colors soon
What will you find
In your mind
Or the far side of the moon?