Ethereal

Ethereal

I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.


I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.


I like to watch the races; Horses motorcycles, dogs, cars
Especially those circular tracks.
Win, lose or draw running in circles
Maybe they are the key to the future
Caged in tomorrow like Ra's mighty fires
Hoping for absolution,
In lighting the way.


Car races smell like oil, fuel and hot rubber
Horse races don't
Sheep can make methane without any machines.
Try that in your engineered production facilities
With all your thinking, scheming and planning
Catch up to sheep bacterium,
In your sleep.


I like baths, flowers, perfume,
Home-cooked meals and springtime
I think it's the smell.


ethereal