Free-write #2.5 "Sing"

Just put the pen to the paper
please don't mistake this for a caper,
a trick for your mind in time
before and after the right kind of third lime
me ole Brannigan fishing
for daisys on death's door
knocking over colored milk bottles
along the way and
frightening all but the
enlightening singing in the distance...

a woman's voice,
soft and low...

lift up the shadows and be
creative god-blam it!
See. Beauty. EVERYWHERE!!!

Calm down or don't
Your lungs will find you til afterwards
quietly try not to try
wish away the fortune
trust in humor above all and
command me to do something,
anything you want:

"sing a song"