singing like curtains in the wind
bind, bound, found, released rescued
oh JAZZ! dropped-
off-
a-
cliff-
blues
lightened by carcinogenic neon cocktails
and 1 9 3 0eeeeeeeeees
pastel chiffoned apes
bounced, bounced, flounced
bounced,
so real…..surreal drugland clubs
where they jazz up the Airplane
with a rocket
with a rocket the acid band
is about to land
PAINT EVERYTHING!
THE WHITE SHIRTS SHOULD BE BLACK
the kissables (and the missables)
need blue teeth
the ugly need flower-facing
the beauties need spots…
it’s a grind, it’s a grind
it’s a giraffe
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