I do my best to sleep through the The classicists, the posturing I bought a macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I him new words
I saw a hologram at the park She looked as real as me the white fog Then she melted down to her Turned into a million watt If I knew where she went, I would
Walking 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 riding on a Lion of Judah on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a pastoral school China and cold ivory towers I and I make to the Caesars down the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she in a slow bang All the house, the strong smell of burnt sage Let's make it and run out the spirits I know a diving bell I hear it We're going down, now, under the
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, she's so insistent Fills my with jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the into heaven
And then I'm standing in that light Crooked crosses from the sky
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