uncontrollable urge
to de-evolve
ten years after
i wanted to change
the world
throwing cream
in a white room
keeping it healthy
with warpaint
ultraviolence
on the west coast
it’s too true
under these hands
this screen shot
of swans
i just don’t understand
the spoons
what color is the blood
of a sunbathing animal?
a soft morning phase
don’t let it go
beneath a hundred waters
down from the rafters
time for a last call
during the midnight sun
cuz it ain’t all flowers
who’s producing you?
the circle is wide
making my head sing
pure stuff
love my body to death
lost in a reverse dream
guilty of everything i love
in a transparent world
all is clear
in my forest
throw my clothes
on the floor
and scream
hallelujah
so……who gets the references????
The Music Bard 