better good

a smoke, in times of old
large whisky so i’m told
to warm the hearts and minds
to keep the different kinds
but now we have to jibe
at those who might imbibe
a pipe is peace no more
one over, here’s the door
how could the smiling end
and stranger be no friend
why did the rhymester frown
the jester lose his crown
for all, the better good
or maybe we all should

©2011 Hey Hey

for who

to write this song for who
and those they never knew
whilst cycling in the sun
descending, on the run
a dusty sidewalk rest
now see us at our best
two lips became all four
if not of past now sure
a day that was unfair
to those who were not there
the music’s oxygen
no limits, where or when
forever in our eyes
the blue of summer skies

©2011 Hey Hey

midst these icicleworks

this sound
of the wind
in an empty skull
resembles the howl of a wolf
the cry of a life
and when the molecules settle
so time freezes
as does love
in the grey
the gaps
still, might a dream
survive
midst these icicleworks
could the rime layer melt
eyes to see
perhaps for a reason
or given purpose
suchlike hearing
this sound of the wind
in an empty skull

©2011 Hey Hey