I do my best to sleep the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Verne probably 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 through the fog Then she melted down to her Turned a million watt candle If I knew where she went, I would
Walking through the of tomorrow Martian trinkets, plastic In the sunshine, try to act My are full of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the coaster
Dreamt I was on a motorbike Lion of Judah on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm in the palisades a wash, a pastoral school play China shops and cold ivory I and I make to the Caesars down the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a bang All the house, the strong smell of burnt sage Let's it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell I hear it We're going down, now, the surface
to dark, can shift in an instant Feeling close but my distance On all fours, she's so insistent Fills my with jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the firewall into
And then I'm standing in blinding light Crooked crosses falling the sky
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