Turn the page

Show your age

Let go that rage

It's all on-stage



Mark the point

Where you anoint

A new glass of wine

With lips parched fine



See the glass clearly

You have loved dearly

Now you've seen dark

Side of a dulled spark



Tote that barge, lift that bale

Do it my way, or you will ail

Threats of an early demise

Fill with fear as you surmise



Only you know how to live right

All others have gone - given flight

As you sit perched on gold throne

And admonish to do it all alone



Sure ... maybe it can be that way

But if it is - then it will be my day

Filled not with cigarette smoke

All for love you state in the poke



You cannot have it all in your cup

Your life has so much worse stuff

Than dusty shelves & broken parts

For you are playing with something 

                               not at all smart ...



- tristram



1pm Saturday November 8th, 1997