I do my best to sleep through the The classicists, the posturing I a green 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 theme She looked as as me through the white fog Then she melted down to her Turned a million watt candle If I knew where she went, I follow
Walking through the land of Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are of flat Cherry-Cola on the bench, by the roller coaster
Dreamt I was riding on a Lion of Judah painted on the
I'm doing fine, I'm in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play China and cold ivory towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong smell of sage make it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell 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, just so insistent Fills my mouth with jump and slit wrists Bust through the firewall heaven
And then I'm standing in blinding light Crooked falling from the sky
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