Spirits, you've got 'em.

I used to wish I was a
Native American;
Headress at the pow-wow.
The show goes on
with eminate improvisation.
The epic kiss, war cries,
goodbye.
Showtune curls,
lavender smoke paints the sky
in the nearly empty backlot. -Zoot suit hats,
the great tragedy,
The scene rolls by,
the masterpiece music shines
an immaculate fire in the
hearts of us all.
Intermission is here,
changing into Romeo's finest...
now about the war.
Those warmen,
gathering like wasps at sea.
The Native Americans were right...
what human being
says land should be owned? -
The Dharma Karma meditates above
your silly dream.
The five-&-dime store clerk
offers up a smile,
says
'smiles are on the house!'
The girl with the music always in her,
she sings to you in the skylight tonight.
Were all holy gestures,
blowing in the wind.
She sings by the fire,
with all the music she's got in her.