Pass through the river of drunken tides
Float by the pigmented dahlias beside
Spoonfuls of circles and the white bulls vice
A wonderful locket dyes my throat blue
Shouldn’t have swallowed it quite so soon
Hand me that rusted bygone spittoon
I slip and fall ear pressed to the doorknob
Is it worth hanging around
Till you toss you cigar across my lawn
And a marble rolls far across your beach
The kettle screams twice as loud
Thumping drain spigot spot bicycle frame
And then you’re free
Here we rewind like pigs at the trough
Behind the steam stammers a cyclops
As we wonder why the party got called off
Children craft nine white ships
The youngest gazed through the window
On the yard a painted horse
Of a most peculiar yellow
Warns him where cosmic kings lay
In the striped sky collecting ashtrays
Hoping soon to take him away
Pass through the river of drunken tides
Float by the pigmented dahlias beside
Spoonfuls of circles and the white bulls vice
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