Paul Baxter

Between our worlds Does our love exist Awake, you are just a memory Asleep, you fade into the black abyss We meet in that time between A life lived in a matter of minutes I search for you every night, I dream You are a cosmic energy with no real form A feeling of pure harmony When I find you, only then do I wake; we are torn

Floppem doppems Bouncing up and down Doppem floppers So pert and so round Flippen flappers See them swoop and sway Flappem flippers Perfect in every way Knockem bokkers Bursting from their cups Bokker knockems A lovely pair of pups.

I am the elephant in the room The one to whom you will not talk Brushed under the rug with your broom Pass me, you will always walk As long as I am ignored The longer I will stay Talk about me, I implore Let me be on my way I cause you to lie To say something to change the tune But you can let me die End this feeling of doom. A subject not discussed The problem remains unsolved Talk about me, you must Let me out and be resolved I will always be here Waiting to be freed A whisper in your ear...