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 him new words
I saw a hologram at the theme She as real as me through the white fog Then she melted down to her Turned into a million candle If I knew where she went, I would
Walking through the land of trinkets, plastic Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
I was riding on a motorbike Lion of painted on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play China shops and cold towers I and I make toast to the Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a slow All through the house, the strong smell of burnt Let's make it and run out the spirits I know a bell when I hear it We're going down, now, the surface
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling close but my distance On all fours, just so insistent Fills my with jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the firewall heaven
And then I'm standing in that blinding Crooked falling from the sky
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