Dec 23, 2007 02:33
that's what beams are for
knowing cold
taking it
out is in knots
overflowing bars kissing noon beams
toothy
ours are not moonbeams
except when bards sing them
soothingly
but blue greens means jars jammed full of bam bam and new genes
nut-family fire-cracked and singing tunings
so cam cam came making statements
about meeks names, airplane charades
sanguine penguins and how games play themselves
now scents are smelling of science and seance
fragrance out the in spots
potted like sun boss
"I saw"'s the last straw man
to burn by the too-tender love of "I lost truths in September"
the route's rooted remember?
the sauce is solace and you swallowed it in swells
you say:
"no sorry i swore off the i sore when sally stole the sheep sheers from the
beet bear like a "brrrr" to an ember"
but now a bee's wearing the beware sign so my buzz is budding
and tho i "oh no not now they'll know!" like no one's moon
i swoon at the thought of all that brooding i dont have to do
so it's time i started dancing cosmically
with a smile gleaming honestly
like an antsy face full of lands not seen
since big bad lance manned up the space fool option
went swimming and kicked the band out
but still they sang:
"then a new brand came just the same
"and licked the soft spool of her palace
"in it's pool place
"we promise"