"It's a cold world Mr. Jones"

"It's a cold world, Mr. Jones"
round moon white window
"The only way forward is complexity"
Can't I be a gleaner in the orchard
of simplicity, humble self
Stumble elf
Okay maybe in this town
where everyone knows your face, if you're ugly
or get around
but not in the big
Bad World

So where may I peruse my carefree fancy?
Sunny day at the gallery
probability winks out
It's closed     by people
malevolent ogres & greedy imps
Oh loosen up
Thanks *ANNE* for reminding me what I really like
la la la
to sing
A skinny pup pees on the sidewalk
     shake-sugaree
in Mr. H. Drescher's drawings of spiral hair on fire
 fear vanishes as decoherence
reasserts itself. I agree.