opps?....

my fly space ship rides through the past, my astronaut suit is built to last

we travel the space waves
outer rim
everglades

_____________arm yourself
_____________against the Devil
___oh, he preys
___oh, he preys

Oh, you better pray

brethren, 7Th horn in the 3rd
dimension sounded
capture empty
space, just the
way it goes some days

stand behind the yellow line to marvel at time wasted away
whittle little wooden legs to help the dear drummer boy
run away
live lessons of love
under
the
tree
smell
passion
between
the
sheets

but passion withers in the breeze,

like me...

mouth mentioned months
of may the same year our dear drummer boy
got saved, then passed away
oh tormentor, torture the tempted, not the depraved.
witchy hour witch
wanted to switch sour seats with me
the line hangs love over the edge
the negative space is the cliff
do you notice, the notion of men?
their byproduct of pride?
the line is left
the notion of self.

...for the love of a good ole' fashion
price slashing, nice to meet you in the clearance section ass lashing
lesson you learned in suffering, which, in Latin means
passion time for some


action.

the sweet peas...are 3 dollars or two for five.

waking up at six am
slanging farm food
to women with mustaches
and I still grow my
frown and speak soft
when a passer bye
walks in front of my stand





"the sweet peas...are 3 dollars or two for five."