Pink sky at dawn, we’ve sailed past the calm
There’s been a change of sea
Batten the hatches and lock all the latches
We’re in for Q.R.V.
poetry
Q.R.V.
If I could, I think I should
Come haunt you in your dreams
A ghastly fright, Melinoe’s delight
To sleep with Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
A finger of this, a dram of that
A splash of jubilee
We’ll inoculate sorrows and curtail tomorrows
When we mix Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Through beginnings and ends, you’re my best friend
We’re a team, you and me
The world upends? We can amend
We don’t need Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Old acquaintance required maintenance
Just about glad it’s a memory
Without truth to suture, he force-fits the future
In a house built on Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Conceptualization, oh, ideation
Could we all feel so free?
From menacing doubt, in what would come out
If we sourced Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
One plus one is sometimes three
For I am I, and you are we
The rate of change, purgatory
Le dérivé est Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
If she could detour, she surely would cure
Him of every malady
For now, she insists he will have to subsist
On a teaspoon of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Wasn’t life grand in Imagineland?
Vivid vacuity
If you had more trust in your own wonderlust
I’d have pondered Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
When you’ve ended your stay in the milky greys
Reach escape velocity
We’ll meet in Cigar, light it up on a star
And inhale the Q.R.V
malarky musings 