Hallelujahs on a Primary Chorus

I sing like a frog in a creek
just checking where I'm at
some notes sharp some flat
some things seem totally godsent
and then echoes remind me
I've read my biology front to zen
I realize the costs of buying and rent
and the joys of knowing how to bend
and guess that I'm just a bit of geology . . .
Keeper teach me the roads to heaven
all of my bread is toasted unleavened
and I sing the joys of just beginning
without considering the seismology
isn't someone else just as curious
and know that I am damn well serious
about where to go and where we've been?

Bits & Pieces

I have been a new recruit changed to soldier
and someone with a weep-upon shoulder
I have even been younger but never yet older
I do not remember the luxury of a stroller
but I know the smell and peace of a barstool
when some of them thought I was in school
but in sister's lounge waiting for my turn at pool
I never put a dime on the table, I am no fool
I know my worth and my thirsts
and know that I was never cursed

See you on the Trail

I am not as young as our moon
but with drink and medicine
I may be there very soon.
I ain't in any goddamn race
but with the power of my Edison
and if driving talents keep pace.
I always have thoughts of tomorrow
and may decide to scale Kilimanjaro.