Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Donuts on your sleeve evaporate
It was the longest day I've ever known
it scored a burn right up your sleeve
suve
like a beast so fair let it go on and on
apple-baited hair
painted on my hemlock
five years gone and O that walrus on that side
rhthymy zone
teen knowledge and sense
not in the name of democracy come wretched socks
when the rhythm is old ooh there you go
here comes the man
he can't leave it alone, Arnold Unasoul