The Message in My Bottle

The Message in My Bottle


If you knock on the door,
And there's nobody there,
Leave a note, or a message,
So I'll know that you care.

~I use you~
~You use me~
...That's how it all works out...
~Eventually~

PLEASE!
DON'T CROSS THE LINE

between

THERE

and

HERE.

My home is my castle,
That's perfectly clear.
My shelter from weather.
My place to store gear.
My shelter in fear.
My castle 'gainst the world.

However, sometimes I go though
an Independent Hermit cyclone.
Creativity let lose,
I party with me muse.
When we're together
All hell can break lose.

So get back to me. Or throw me a note.

I'm here with muse Sting*
Rhapsody, and some kind of writing.
It's a special combination,
A point in time, with some work to rhyme.

Other possible reasons for being away include:

If the door isn't answered,
It could be I'm sleeping,
I'm outdoors, with Mom,
Or privately weeping.

So if I'm not up to,
Socialization today,
Call and tell the machine.
Leave an e-mail to which I may reply.
I'll get back to you later, if I may.
I can if I'm able.

Okay?

Sincerely,
a sunflower in Texas

ps. If the dogs wake me up,
'Cause you're hanging 'round my door,
You really ought to leave, right now,
Or expect to be treated like a      .

Or, if you brought your muse along, we could give . . . . I'd like to write lyrics, but not play anything--except a tambourine, and a ukelele. Sometimes, you have to shake it.

*Gordon Somers, you know, "Sting," "the Police."