The castle of longetivity was burried deep in the ground and it took a while to find it on the expedition through hell. ("The big branches are heavy; roll them forward", the song went as we marched). There were a couple of mice there that had lived a very long time, and as they were all out of ideas for ways to waste time, they jumped into the mystery cauldron of saints of specific purpose, recipe for glory streamin from the hard drive, it involved water, and fire; believe the flower of nothing that powers the rose petal forest; he eats the onset and washes it down with glory. the store is closed, the cats can't see, the plumber goes, the cats are free, listen for the bell, you're drinking from my well, and when they sign in at the circus, that will be victory on the territory. Gover,ment's back, up the stack, gobbling up the track. Broken clicks, that's how you'll find it, close the curtain, get behind it.
nepomuky "oo-too-woon-too wine" onderdonky,
so real, so full, so still against the oncoming wind of tragedy and unreason;
In the Wazbu capital of oshiptakroy,
passengers bottleneck, battered upon the wake,
screaming, stranded, in an oblong mirror;
nasty quakes in the rich limestone, fever grade,
in the limestone mix they get their kicks,
feathers of the past shade.
the moon is driving this, our hearts are made in the moon,
it's red inside, comes out at the seams,
and during the dark winter the sun is rearranged on the inside,
burning through the cages of time,
the office of the moon now fragments on the open sea,
sandcastle merchandise fleeing the waves,
shower of madness with epic propultion;
the turn is not the twist to follow,
sandy in the hook, train rustified,
brimstone balance of a lemony sea on an empty planet,
they know what to say on that screaming day,
we watch how they move, while the never-ending stream
of licensed oo-too-woon-too wine flows graciously.