When all the sherbert spoiled, when all the fruit went dry, there was this cave painting that knew of my attraction to the neon blaze.
See what you can scrape up for pocket change as our spirits divide division and walk to the beat of a zebra's ghost.
Pouring the grapes over the rim of a familiar garden...your blue eyes and sleepy azaleas.
When the moon through clearly eyes, I saw a wolf I oft despised.
Royalty never tasted a cake so thick with incisors.
Frogs make their boots into socks when the postmen lose their way to discover eternity.
The joy to be a basket case hung up on empty flowers down a crooked staircase as the plants grow tired in the name of a summer sun.
Subdued by the joys of division and all the factory's shifting plates, a rude beast shatters the ice.
Whatever was destroyed in the jukebox got hungry for the heart we sold to Frog King's Soft Cell Associates.
Dance floors light up alongside the teeth of our disco cousins from yesteryear, using halogen toothpaste to tease under the black lights.
As the pool cue slides to bring the breaking heart of a valentine hustler closer, the balls drop to begin a new game.