Of gray talons and glued ears rising off the pillowed earth;
For bright clips and yellow drops falling off the mother’s breast;
And rainbowed hues dodging green blues for what has been spoken reels.

To crazy horses and forever zippers sliding down spokes of gold,
Over purple houses and greasy raisins coming across melting streets;
Where footprints of old and canes of new forever dripping over smiles.

And where downy feathers, with bloody black scabs stabbing cardinal skin,
Rise over nights of chocolate glaze and trials of cola dying to be born free,
Sound off the cadence of late, leading virgins and gnarly old men home.