i mix and mash in
whatever fashion
delayed sprung mind time
is effervescent
and is mine...
she's like greased in
to mine eyes just
one more time
i'm glued to mother
midnight
i'm hung on midnight
mother
and hung when the
noon passes sunrise
and i rise
rub weary eyes and
focus those holes
on the day to be
all of this was
made special for
me.
i am a superstar
and i'm well hung on
this way that i see
and i would snatch
purses if my face
wasn't plastered on every billboard eye
i'm of plain white
shipyard stock
waterfront sleet catcher man
from a highway town
that never made much noise
anyhow
.......in boise, anyhow reality
shifted
and spit me out.
reality has drifted
from the spat
between to lovers
never to be
rather to be half-clean
so into the sun let we rise
and hypnotize...-yes! hypnotize
ourselves one by one
to live as
the prayer
that something deep inside
a plot
is hoping to arrive.
that something is the fuel
that lets(makes)this broken down
axle drive
(2.4.00)
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