He thought about the fist pumps
The live bumps
The first dreams
The last hump
The dive streams
In a yellowed sack, sad sat laying in the corner
A corridor looked down upon it and left inside were the shadows of nightmares
Merely shades of truer selves in other realities, left within the third story janitor’s closet of The Academy of Nice Jeans Incorporated.
A date tonight with a lady enchantress you’ll look at her through your dark glassy glassy-eyed sunglasses-ed starry-eyed stargazing bright shine eyes.
Bring you a gay tale of chasin’ some great tail and leave it to beaver, Good old-fashioned American pie
And logging. I wish I was a woodchopper, I’d chop a log or two, yes I’d chop it all,
I’m chopping, log chopping, chopping all night long. That’s dangerous actually, I don’t recommend chopping at night, officially at least. Otherwise, chop away wood choppers, chop away, me scoop away your log dreams, we ran away that night.
Colorful, crayons, just crayons, yada-yada, brotherly love? No, it’s a windy city. Cold, hot blood, blondes and chase car getaways, or so it would seem… Yes your honor, I shot him, but he would have shot me, for we BOTH reached for the Gun!!! Illegal liquor sales went through the roof and we all wound up in a fairy tale. I drank myself further into a grease monkey jump suit, wiped meself a false mustache and galavanted as a rebel with a lady cause, he harmonica’d his way with a guitar full of some road dreams motorcycle stains in his rustled jeans. Hip Motions drove me to the river, bathed me in the water, granted a wet spray of St. Sebastian upon the head of a new babe, lady, woman splashing in the life stream, golden on her hair as she splashed there, drowning in the sunlight engulfed in light beams, the years caught on and they never knew her, the girl that danced in the river, held their hand and took us under, to a magic world, mushrooms looming larger up over head, or maybe you’re just that small, “all a matter of perspective” and other axioms spewing kittens leaving trails of cupcakes and smoke rings. Green women and greener men with children even greenier, with a Bottom friend and a fairly fair dragon lady.
I swear to god after you watch enough Star Wars, you really begin to understand what R2-D2 is trying to say. He’s the funniest droid I’ve ever did be so lucky as to meet, let me tell ya, and I’ve met me some droids in me own time. I tell yer. Never did. Be so kind as to leave me a penny will you? For the train?
I’ve got the other four now, you see?
Yes I’ve got time for little things now, I examine them like ants under the gaze of my magnifying glasses and sniff them and delicious