A Davy Jones locker With frolicsome hips With submarine, dyglo- Sherbet lemon, lips. Does lazily toreador..? Then mantis—she just; sits. With wide-eyed hardcore Pointing geographic tits!
On this piercing night Striations of light Through squinting eyes Shone liquid bright... In a drunken abyss With a heart transfix... A hunched-up figure Modus Vivendi...
What will be the final, requiem? Some charming, bird chorus... Beside a graveside, condominium: That frog prince—tokenism! Married; crocking into heaven? Tears shall sing without question...
Red is the new white White is the new red As black is blue But do tell, what do? These colours mean too you! Green is orange, As yellow is brown, As pink is grey: Such is the colour
