In scarlett sheens we repeated the holy mantra
Oh I'm a ghost
Oh I'm a ghost
But the first wouldn't come
And the second went home
Then the scarlett cleopatra minced her way forward
"Just one bottle please," uttered with fervent prayer
The charming toy-maker brundled forth in heart-shaped offering
An appeal to the furthest night
Engaged and spent on every last hudson. River.
That's just one place...but it keeps flowing, he said.
The Danish flew to Denmark, but not just to Denmark and
The birds flew east they flew west
I dreamt on every peninsula, wanting,
Hoping of trying the unravaged bar
Dropping times dropping toppings until
A last sunrise
We went up down the street
If we ran fast enough, night will never kill.