Bobby

Bobby the Iranian

Thought I was a lesbian

'Cause I wouldn't sleep with him

Stayed at home with pad & pen

Engineer and atheist 

Said I was the craziest

American that he'd witnessed

Analyst and anarchist 

True, I wasn't made for it

Up and left that damn office

Sealed with my ass to kiss

Like him, I go where I wish

Mr. Lotta

Chris's Father - Charles Lotta

Taught of Dot and bush koalas

Kangaroo and duckbill plata

Fairy bread and egg pavlova

Played us didge and said we gotta

Be authentic, always oughta

Spoke of music's healing powers

Poems and prose and pretty flowers

Asked of us we honor ours

And I do all day, each hour

IOU

An IOU

Oh yes, you do!

A raincheck too

And I cash you

Kin

Neptunian, Shakespearean 

We've met inside our skies again

Musician and an alien

Astrologess and magician

Through sign and rhyme and time we bend

By birds and butterflies we send

On dragonflies and hyacinths

Near friends who feel we play pretend 

That we belong in looney bins

No matter, pay no mind to them

This is the way we find our kin

Money Tree

Currency is energy

Value I do or don't see

Based on how abundantly 

I do view myself to be 

Blue as bells and Baltic Sea

Rich with gold intrinsically 

With or independently 

Treasure Island instantly 

I am my own money tree

Rainbow's end is inside me

Tornado Jo

Tornado Jo

An Aries, so

Upright, on fire, and onward ho

A yogi though

She'll Bend Down Low

At ease, with peace, in grace she goes

A chick in know

A witch with flow

Her moon of mist and melting snow

A burlesque show

She'll fight you, bro

Like me, she's free and with crossbow 

My Back

It's funny you should mention that

That all we have is now, in fact

'Cause I just chose to interact

To switch trajectories and tracks

To edit defecits and lack

Call all my light and power back

Respond from love and not react

To fear and fragmenting and crap

Remember all I am and act

Accordingly and pronto, stat!

The universe does have my back