Neon Filler

Riddles of the wonderment
Wonders of the firmament
Let alone laid up and laying low
Things could've been better
They could not have gotten any worse...
When there were tears in the alleyway
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse
The snakes and the sawtooths
Lay loving the buck
Spending all their time setting up camp
And running amok
There's an absurd remark about contender
And repulsion.... She's not that hard to find
There's a conclusion here based on surrender
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind
There's a town up in the high desert
Where Dr. Gene says the demons run...
Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a
Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun
Light is not the neon filler....
Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
Light is the Moses
Splitting the waves in a sea of dark
There once was a man without a paddle up the creek
Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag
When he tried to speak
Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek
Though he still hasn't had both oars in the water
When his stream of consciousness begins to leak
There's a street called Hollywood Boulevard
Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood
And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow
Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder
"now how could...?"
Light is not the neon filler....
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
Light is the Moses
Spilling it's way unto the sea of dark
There's an absurd remark about contender....
And Repulsa, she's not that hard to find
There's an ending here based on surrender
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind
Things could've been better
They could not have gotten any worse...
When the tears lay in the alleyway
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse
Light is not the neon filler....
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
"I love you Hank"
"Just like Layla."