pricy

Pricy
2-3-18

O, Persian drunkard
She pays no rent on a free stay
Loving the texture of new books
Not just for my good looks
As I still hide beneath my hood
Until it's warm enough to go out without it
O, you've seen it all
As they fall and get back up to stand tall
In a place called Godmour along the west shore
A pub and a seahouse pricy
I avoid it in a want not to be triggered
Leaning upon our underground banks
I feel it with my thumb and its architecture
I face up to it and enjoy the lobster....




The Gospel Of Who
2-3-18

Remixing my tracks in the house of my own prisoners
And a seed renowned as purposed upon the whole earth
Please come home for associations
Deep paths straight forever where we still mutter
"Whatever" by analytical liquid
I don't call it study anymore
As my left hand reaches out in my goldrush on crazy paths
Eyes like smoke just as well its alchemy
Where Israel is in serious jeopardy
According to the gospel of Who
Eaten alive of mosquitoes at midnight near sand dunes
We ought not climb
Come rolly-polly Frank
As moonlight swims....