THE HIGHWAY

THE HIGHWAY

BLANKS

OUR MIND

WITH DAYDREAMS

AND,

OF TIME

HUMID HIGHWAY

There is something coming down the road

Can’t really tell what it is, it’s moving slow

The ripples of hot tar wave-like they’ve crowed

As we move closer we forget our minds blow

And we change into lovers madly outside our door

 

I walked into the air like when fingers delicately grip

Like a magic spell created to linger and make one drip

The humid night sticks as the dreams come then slip

Looking up into strangers eyes where empty pleasures rip

It’s a muddy horse circling the canyon dying for more 

 

She calls out by the river like a snake between a shrub

I told her to come out and play but her bite doesn’t seem to stay

I cold soaked the green grass background for an ice cream tub

In the reversal that make our reasons lawful we still have time to play

There is a must for a wish that the hope and a dream fills pure

 

OOOHHH the fever still as a hummingbird flutter a mid-air pause

I’m a white indian native man in the jungle stile american oz

Piling giant wormed tornado blankets like masturbating the was

Hearing her breath and heartbeat stimulate my orb smashed flaws

Driving down the midnight ally that floats in the murdered ocean shore

 

Adjusting to the new awakenings granted in the jagged tide

The currents flow distant ships horizon and gold winged birds

I  tripped like naked folly gently against the worship stride

Then drank the world’s perfume as I strangered my words

Eyes woke surreal liquid agent in murmured questions fretting more

 

The hyacinth smoke dainties and bedroom faces against dark movement

Houses sank sweetly fallen juxtaposition like amid treble in pavement

I need a brand new friend that shines my light on the my wanton enslavement

Like a snake herding hooves in the desert floor shadows fighting enchantment

The room hovers within our thin wince disguise through which lives are bore

 

Here comes that shot from the borrowed hot brilliance in our constructed escaping

We dance mosh style like angry gentlemen, braves of the force as our fuck screams shaking

Soft driven like a fierce love soul inching into the wisdom that listens to rain enveloping

The demons are the dead men shoving the shit we sip as we rise to riders we hear developing

Our holiday sweet family lie a killer’s sights a load and along that humid highway we explore