| lubbock art and frame the distance between us is like hands in a glass around the rubber sea. I like your moptop erector, show me your elbow, I want to lick you. I'll take the grass and burn it to the ground, lay awake and smoke treebark by the pound. The whispering clouds are waiting for you, they roll their eyes, and look just like you. But you don't care what they do. Wait a minute, pull down your purple dreams, spread them out all over the world. Drown in your daffidils and lullabyes, put a finger in your eyes, tickle the great unknown with what matters most. Put a feather in your hair, don't put brown stuff in your underwear. |
