Sunday, 7 January 2018

mister Bojangles

my heart trembles to the ocean side
the crash of waves on inflatable, combustible engine tops
then it was easy when we had nothing to do
easy daisy dew wants paradigms personal pesos

daddy's asleep in his underwear
jamming good with evil in his lunchtime machine operated tool shed
where did it go and how does it happen?
i thought it was just a dream, another form of reality

i was carried off into the night in mother's handbag, Gucci styled
sever all ties to the friends who have forgotten
just a lone wolf, soldier, nothing more than dirt on the wall
caterpillar eavesdropping, bungalow squared

can't wait til the minus cold swoops down frosty weather
report card ingenuity and a minus 2 for snow shoes
when can i cope and open the door
when can i live in a time forever more

open your eyes and the future is there
well, so is the past and my computer makes me genuine
the hair on my chest is ripped off in bundles
on a well guided tour of the Danube

turn a mother into a father and see what happens next
the fate of the world in the back side of you hand
you know the score, just gotta place the win
da win, dwindling in the da win of da winner

Easter morning approaches epoch nine tail window open cold front
feature double science fiction, under arm cream
when will it end
and when will it all begin


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