I do my best to sleep the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I a green 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 the white fog she melted down to her ankles Turned into a watt candle If I knew she went, I would follow
through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of flat Slept on the bench, by the roller
I was riding on a motorbike Lion of Judah on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play shops and cold ivory towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong smell of sage make it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, she's so insistent Fills my mouth with jump ropes and slit Bust through the into heaven
And I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses falling the sky
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