I do my best to sleep through the The classicists, the posturing I bought a green macaw, named him Verne He'll outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I him new words
I saw a at the theme park She looked as real as me the white fog Then she melted to her ankles Turned a million watt candle If I where she went, I would follow
Walking through the land of Martian trinkets, plastic In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
Dreamt I was riding on a Lion of Judah painted on the
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Life's a wash, a school play China and cold ivory towers I and I toast to the Caesars down the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a slow All the house, the strong smell of burnt sage Let's make it clean and run out the I know a bell when I hear it We're going down, now, 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 ropes and slit wrists Bust through the firewall heaven
And then I'm standing in blinding light Crooked crosses falling the sky
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