I do my best to through the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing I bought a green macaw, named him Jules He'll outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a hologram at the park She as real as me through the white fog she melted down to her ankles Turned into a million candle If I knew she went, I would follow
through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My are full of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
Dreamt I was on a motorbike Lion of Judah painted on the
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Life's a wash, a pastoral school China shops and cold ivory I and I make to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the smell of burnt sage Let's make it and run out the spirits I know a diving when I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can in an instant close but keeping my distance On all fours, she's so insistent Fills my mouth with jump ropes and wrists Bust through the firewall into
And I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses from the sky
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