lay in the grass
til you stop breathing
morph with an oak
feel toi toi caressing
you in its grasp
natures reciever
thunder crack
and a dark swelling
graves of action
malignant tumours lie
be it dead raised
or just dead
be touched for
the end
roll up roll up
dunedins carcass
gothic fruit roll ups
roll on,sing songs
take leave time off
dont decide
its the nature song
of the evening bride
ive walked the fog in these here hills
as the torn out stomach of alphabet vowels
ive lingered on longer then men i have killed
and wasted on thinner and layn around fatter
but still hot in thongs
my ghostly apparitive dance
and my appearnce in a fornicative glass
of old rum and coke and lord makes me frisky
i come on clean like he cums on my blackboard
thighs like flies on chalk
yeh im burning and im burning still
try to catch this wisp your wits outta sight
as it slips and it slides to the next brothel miss
who got strung out on teenage highways
outside milton town
the hotel holds still
its an grandfather puragatory
but young to me and treats me well!!!
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