I do my best to sleep the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing I bought a macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a hologram at the theme She looked as real as me through the fog she melted down to her ankles Turned a million watt candle If I knew where she went, I would
Walking through the land of Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My are full of flat Cherry-Cola on the bench, by the roller coaster
Dreamt I was on a motorbike Lion of Judah on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm in the palisades Life's a wash, a pastoral play shops and cold ivory towers I and I make to the Caesars Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she in a slow bang All through the house, the smell of burnt sage Let's make it and run out the spirits I know a bell when I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling but keeping my distance On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth with jump ropes and wrists Bust through the firewall into
And then I'm standing in that light Crooked crosses falling the sky
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