The CrEative wAy...

I was downstairs for some inspiration,

but instead I parked the houseboat 

darted across the roadway and football

kicked my dreams down the railroad tracks.

As I reminisce my life wearing my Cowboy smile,

I daydream vividly with rainbows

showering over my being. 

Oh how happy my life has been, that I am not dead

fertilizing the soybeans and mushrooms

in some field made of time,

but merely making the toe pointed walk toward the intangible 

creative way...