pi

three point one four one five nine
a moment more or less is fine
like silky smoothest reddest wine
and then its gone in brine
three point one four
four six eight
a time to last a time to wait
and when it stops to take the bait
the thug to chug his lulling freight
train
the rain
and fairest falsest vain
alive
to dive
for three point one four
one four five
lost the number
number jive
to me
to be
with three point one four
one two three
and on and on its got to be
no end in sight nowhere to be
an endless bend-less parody
it be

goodbye

summers night
and summers end
a crack to track a riverbend
whisper softly lover friend
and let me be
just let me be
i long so long it's wrong i see
to you
to me
i fly i flee
you trap
i snap
i'm free

summers night
and winters chill
fireside a lonesome grill
of what was once a loathsome thrill
of naught and nothing nill
the fill
of still
-ness silence
i don't buy it
fifty cents to pry it
open
i'll force it
force it fight it
pry it
run

summers night for summers day
gone what was a time to pray
and now there's nothing more to say
goodbye.