I do my best to through the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I bought a macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive me, he's a bright Keeps me company, I him new words
I saw a hologram at the park She looked as real as me through the fog she melted down to her ankles Turned into a million candle If I knew where she went, I would
Walking through the land of Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the coaster
Dreamt I was riding on a of Judah painted on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play China shops and ivory towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a slow All through the house, the strong 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, under the
to dark, can shift in an instant Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth with ropes and slit wrists Bust through the into heaven
And I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses from the sky
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