Upon Moving Into My Van

Joy, Pure Joy, I am
What I always wanted
to grow up and be
Things are becoming
more a dream with
each waking day --
The heavy brows of Daily Life
are becoming encrusted
with glitter and the shaking finger
or consequence is
beginning to giggle
Grumpy old men
have wings
Burns sport halos
and everyday dullness
has begun to breathe
as I remember the
incredible lightnes
of living

~Jewel