deep moods that move us only imitate
cogs and chains , you're cog i'm chain
let me further demonstrate :
obtuse and useless
yellow-pink paint-face fairy-lady
living upright taller than
pretty much anyone
oh - because those super! boots
dark sky two toned hair roots
model taste for whatever makes
babies freak
voice actors from cuba
and acoustic artists
end their sentence on the upswing
very friendly
i like it
so i sunshine even though
desperate and unknown
shine far enough to make her double take
where do you work , with your face
made up like that
she ogles and i jump my tongue
coz its so far-out and no boring bank
or dog-shop hovel
has such koliedescopic vogue
she seems stunned what weird words
my only known talk tone
why she was just on her way
out of gutter scotch last step
curious find for a
cobble stoned wanderuh
this all happened seven weeks ago
two weeks later try to borrow her
found she cut out one break
never came back
i shrug , it happens ,
to the strong in fact
thats what it takes to make it ,
so they say
can't vouch for that im around ,
still sticking
pressed permanent flat like sidewalk gum
rubber dirt traps
shade range of age and shame
forgettable pavement staple ,
hated or ignored
most profane graveyard that i can think
but i cant think
because of all electric towers
because of acid rain
and sheet munching in my native past
because of lights and sound - so many and
so much in , such a small measure
im sure left no choice but ego murder
back to boiler after
running round the icy lot
a shock to the system , a reset
til three weeks later chaos ,
dress for the weather
before i conquered i called it a city
but found out after bowing
its a bounce house
yeah , play back my lifelong rap ,
sorry to disappoint
you've maybe read this candle jam before
so make a dash and
dish with every pretty girl
and every chewing gum streetward hock
you sick ! and lovely fuck !