volcano picknick night
i brand her with grandeur
stand in sand and
.stir.
me
.were.
we
where?
underneath (burr)EE.-Z. chairs
together for a day at the beach without sunlight
cotton candy crescent moon cumulus clouds
and an astounding (a)mound of ants
from the ground advance
climbing up our dance (move)
pants in unity
no need for pants
speak a eunichs eulogy
(ranting)
no knowing
what to say to the day before
four horsemen foreshadowing
wait as we hang the door
lock the hinges
so the sun can't escape
to bring the next break
.down. (Falling, Frailty, and Fate)
surround the surplus with needy eyes gazing
(sore losers)
wish for a wispering wind on a whim to come by and run right in to sooth us
then again beggers cant be spending much to buy lunch for choosers
rid their back of a new shirt
where is the time going or
(actually) why won't it leave?
you'd never be(leave) when I say it seeps
CREEP!
into our sleep and is shot back in dreams
like cracked mountains in the center of the earth
giving birth to black steam
(SIR),PASS ME!
and when we're happy its the first to return and attack glee
stabs it in the back.
WEEEE!!
laugh
like termites in cracked pipes
and perhaps our neverending nostalgia inspired last night has expired...
seems the sunshines slumber either curled up and died or burrowed mighty tired
ride in tires through the firey mountain fountains in the daylight resounding
making bright grey skies seem finite
to the minds fading eyesight
as they mistakenly wage war on the night...
today I.....
.dream.
stand in sand and
.stir.
me
.were.
we
where?
underneath (burr)EE.-Z. chairs
together for a day at the beach without sunlight
cotton candy crescent moon cumulus clouds
and an astounding (a)mound of ants
from the ground advance
climbing up our dance (move)
pants in unity
no need for pants
speak a eunichs eulogy
(ranting)
no knowing
what to say to the day before
four horsemen foreshadowing
wait as we hang the door
lock the hinges
so the sun can't escape
to bring the next break
.down. (Falling, Frailty, and Fate)
surround the surplus with needy eyes gazing
(sore losers)
wish for a wispering wind on a whim to come by and run right in to sooth us
then again beggers cant be spending much to buy lunch for choosers
rid their back of a new shirt
where is the time going or
(actually) why won't it leave?
you'd never be(leave) when I say it seeps
CREEP!
into our sleep and is shot back in dreams
like cracked mountains in the center of the earth
giving birth to black steam
(SIR),PASS ME!
and when we're happy its the first to return and attack glee
stabs it in the back.
WEEEE!!
laugh
like termites in cracked pipes
and perhaps our neverending nostalgia inspired last night has expired...
seems the sunshines slumber either curled up and died or burrowed mighty tired
ride in tires through the firey mountain fountains in the daylight resounding
making bright grey skies seem finite
to the minds fading eyesight
as they mistakenly wage war on the night...
today I.....
.dream.