Form-fitted newspaper used to wrap a face
And screwed old Lee the mule selects your face
His icy drink sitting famously
Five thousand mice and thirty years away
With all of yous a ceremonial
You were crowned one night
"King of the field where doctors nailed the cows"
To make up a cock's call there are arts from language
Down the freaking heart a sword, the gas, the arse
The Schmecky scholars writhe in our favorite bondage
A hole you point up to the charge of white
Exhibit A, he falls on legendary lice
I'm peeing here in my heart
The Judge in me sucks eggs and jerks a sacred meat
but the boy in me still drinks in Milky Town
Latke prudential bastards wearing the galleries
I hold your hold on Tumera ghost-side down
Innsbrucker waltzed through;
hungry street shark-ghost prevails
Just like an old ass-boxer, H-22,
Steve supple like Falstaff with no wine will tremble
You were loved to see the monograms
They makoed you
Armistice tumult
Let us ramble through the midnight beer
Let's smooth barbells out below ferris wheels
Let us play library on the library
Lettuce-rain in the moonlight
Let's watch twenty days grow daily more in one day
Let Rothko go riding with his shears
Hot choir, the belly of the soul and mountain bits
And rip molten harrows forth from mysterious tears
Angela's steel
Let's us scramble through the midnight
Let us stroll bottles
Let us play library on the library lattice rail in the moonlight
