Feasting slaughter, the winds trample past the daughter as the water flows and grows under the valley of the sun, whispering naked truth like a carnival kissing booth.
Bounce from hindustan just to escape the spinning fan, the dust freckling like scattered peaches fallen from the orchids in nooning summer blooming past the moon, the gloom fading from fabric as the static rattles the waves, getting lost in the maze as we ride our craze and lengthen our days.
Skipping over the horizon the calls ring like verizon, satchel the air in your hair as you race across the ponds without an earthly care. The hum fills the room like a pirate pulls the rum from the decks below with a barbaric bellow.
The squids flounder over the drenched trench filled with fish, spear through the clear and serve up the dish. The canoe rows past the campfires in rows, spilling smoothly, float the hollow tree, fly above the graves so fast and so free, serpent’s tail thrashing flail, dig through the canyons for the grail as the gods weep hail, they all move like a snail as we build up our castles with a shovel and pale. The waves lap into our laps while the leaves leave their saps.
Whip the lash from the royal sash, slice through the dice and melt them like ice, fast goes the walk over the outlines in chalk, kiss the polluted breath as we inhale the music like meth, foggy sight, drive through the mists and hope you’ll make it out alright.
Stirring the quaking atmospheres as the whistles go woo and leaves the sleepers in tears, raze the cities from dust as the rubble oxidizes to rust, lifting the petals from the puddles, the mud smears and muddles yet the message is clear and solid as rock as it dirties your sock.
Justice measured in swords, we pray to the heavens but follow the lords, swivel after the tilted chapter, master the flow of what you know to learn to plant the seed and watch it grow, the ho digs through the figs and throw it to the pigs, milk the pigeon as it flies before it dies, catastrophic trauma leaves the screams calling mama, the angels send letters to convey they’re in fetters, devilish red sweeps over the blunted dead, listening to the bodiless head.
Fogging and leaping, Odysseus defeating the storms while greeks siren their mourns, scorned to the bone yet turning back to reclaim the throne.
The game is set to romp and get wet, toweled away the treasured day glints from the reflection of silvery selection, the rainbow shadows the prairie meadows, feather the beast and begin the sweet feast, of slaughter.