I hope, I plead, this reaches someone soon Before this head becomes nobody much later I see real as an aging face with lines of time put right in place
My world is firmly compressed Into the pocket of your front breast We pass over cities and towns Collapsed in hopes that people find amusement Amongst
Did anyone see those two birds colliding in mid air? The cause of it a need to fit And all this is a conch call for remembrance And all this is a conch
Remember that night We liked to play old board games Him into trouble and you into risk Thank God for gravity, he replied To a question she never asked
Where you'll be, I'll be from In a while, it will rain up, back into clouds Where it first plotted its escape We will take this time to strip down to
Crowds of people are invading my mind Even in my sleep Why don?t they go away? My reign ended a while back, a while back Oh, my reign ended a while back
Bless you all who made laughter Labs creation in head Thanks to those who wrote novel Efflorescence from the dead Troubled is creator Whose mind is always
Two of those with fins are swimming Through the streets filled up with gin With what they sipped they got back in gulps Post gallivanting town They noticed
These words, I write them No regard to the ink I can formulate ideas and thoughts Before I can think All we need is a war boys Or everything is right
When it comes, they slip its jug and pours By the way, the carnal rain, of course [Incomprehensible] one talk to document its travel Drip, drip, drop
Stay up for me And we?ll trade words about our youth About our girls To keep us spinning with the world Stay up for me And we?ll compose and make a
Let?s start this song with a stroll around Late and cold we wander, smell of sale and cumber walks The faster we go the quicker we?ll end With lack of
What we need is a good jump kick, jump kick To the head to get our ambitions in gear For example, Jude at the party was taking her clothes off Below the
Every time we meet it?s always love and wine The trees make our bathetic talk Where cedar nouns and adverbs walk With beetles as the backup band The
the Atlantic gaps and the spaces it has To a perfect home, to a finer place We all counteract with visions intact With great impossibles and most crowded
