reaching like a fruitless tree. imagination? no, x-polynation the orchard's emptied for you, for blood and sugary juice. pushed from the deepest of wombs, the fruit is blackened and
the nerve to sing la la la? Tie down all the moves. Conceived released. Didn't drop or break. Focus in focus. En garde. Your line is lauded and depraved
us so alive. with confetti on the escalator steps, get set. phone calls. clock and tv sets. sense-sex. type and file. i'm not paid enough to understand
: Your kin and friends taking their bodies in And trading them for ends. We took our bodies and we put them up To fend against their bodies and the cycle
cold me out. is not the message. kill me in my favorite clothes. or dress me in your favorite clothes, kill me with your favorite comb and then just
with a firm handshake and we kiss goodnight with a firm handshake it's lights out for catholic computers we kiss goodnight with a firm handshake and
must turn left at signal. right lane must turn right at signal. left lane must turn left at signal right lane must turn right at signal d o w n and
there's something in my pocket and you want to set me free. keep me another way. you and me and i've seen it in front of me. lies. the truth. these
dance or hang it up. Soften the tones and I'll always make time. Soften the tones and I'll always make time. Packing up on site, two thousand rooms. And
we're taking your medicine. you can make believe, enfant terrible. the secrets out: you wet the bed to fertilize your list of names, bouquets, and
the night or for a getaway? What if all your belongings, Were fast asleep and far away, but available to tap for blood and money in the daytime? It's not
people are rarely seen without it. no wonder people sit and wonder all day about it. wonderful people, i wonder if they'll show me wonderful secrets and
and eye on the street. war drums drumming. nude terror new days. i'll take the blame and not the blood. i'll learn the shame and not the faces. turn
have nothing to avenge. Throw your head and take a breath N, throw back your head in complete disbelief. This is finally happening. Brother, throw back your head with me and
Slow down. It's in the skin of my knees. It's in the skin of my knees. End up dead in some cypress grove. Tattoo the rind to my skin. Tattoo the sound
crash new jet planes tonight. and the sin is back in medicine. beltway goes around. monuments are thinking. beltway burns down. monuments are sinking. and
for youth, elders make four. five for belov'd ancestors. six for wealthy, seven poor. eight for sinners, nine for pure. ten for great, eleven small. and
so so very impetuous. collecting diamonds from the fabric of the ocean. collecting diamonds and some worthless stones. and risking all our lives for nothing. and