mwweeeeeeeellllllllll
like da donkeys block
the dope
trade
i smuggle songs for you
buried deep in rubies sweet
wrapped in kissed silk
raptured omens
captured lifecharms
crystallized in hue
subterranean earth force
marbled round and through
my love coating my hope
my sound bathing chance
ahay yeah uh yo hay
in this indian native chant
hear it
round the minstrel tree
bed and breakfast ministry
luscious mood struck
bakery
croissant exquisite epitaphs
this day's been played
and nearly laid
its head to rest
talismans in jest
clearing away applause
for medieval minstrel sounds
clearing away debris
thrown butts
thrown backwoods
thrown capes
over thrown puddles
tangled up in curled
imaginings
tangled up in twisted fairy tales
of twisted fate
where do i go
my irish man
to find an untangled
avenue
to find a blue studded
pathway
to find a dylan eyed
watchtower
wellllllllll
its gonna be
some time
now
some time's
a gonna change
some rain's
a gonna fall
too many news papers
covering too many home
less
too many square heads
covering too many dead
beats
too many dreams crushed
covering too many hope
fulls
too many sex starved fascists
covering too many naked
truths
drumming in words
breathing in apostrophes
never rhyming
always rhyming
sometimes clicking
html or pixel
connecting
in larger
life forms
wider wingspans
maple syrup moments
laced with strychnine
alley oop
in graffiti doses
did i nude
or did i plant
a seed of questioning
heard you
outa nowhere
calling me
fog horn
you scream
for me
groping under jeans
through t shirt
canopies
gotta be here
hear ya wacko
wild call
your shriek
of ecstasy
your salvia
eyes
inviting
following
your decibels
wave after wave