The stars are crazy blue. Dreams mean my brain's on break. It takes my day and starts to say a fable. A no rules game, rearrange reigns. Takes my whims and swims circles 'round sense.
Cockroaches climb the clocks and the cuckoos are all Jewish.
We're naked except for the plaided patch you're stitching into my groin. They bail the jellyfish from the boat and then drink it. The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are getting married. Now it's the desert at dusk. The sky is blue chrome.