Ed’s Not Home…

No longer is Ed home,

He went out of his head on to0 roam,

At the corners of his mouth did he start to foam,

He may be headed toward the city of Rome,

So before you get all upset, he renders his most fervent shalom…

He is mostly screaming aloud, telling all of his feelings so proud,

From the rooftops of his camper so white, in the daytime, during the light,

Afraid is he of darkness when it falls, also of the hallowed halls,

Of the asylum he is trying herein to avoid,

For inside his head they found a great void,

Empty except for the smoke of the gears he does insure with Lloyds…

Another weird write from Ed, when home he is not,

Following his dream, running away with his pot,

Scared though he may be, of a certain or uncertain disease,

He try’s to make others feel better, to laugh and be at ease,

For that is the way he is, one who lives his life begging,

From the general level, and with pads, on his knees…

                        © ed – 6/27/04