peach bellini moon
purple crow flies by
pink Cosmo sunset
in blue curacao sky
if wishes were drinks
we drunks would partake
of rainbow cocktails
and Sazerac cakes
but day is all done
color drained away
like bathtub sloe gin
sunsets turned grey
but no one told them
arise and go home
are they asleep or
perhaps turned to stone?
sunbathing bodies
strewn along the beach
shrouded in moonlight
their marble arms reach
in homage to a god
with empty hole eyes
gems all removed for
the lady who buys
back to the motherland
with her stolen hoard
on a tramp steamer
and ghost crew on board
and the ship goes down
taking all to their graves
the gal with the money
drowns beneath the waves
so goes paradox
she who had has none
the thief is stolen
by the stolen from one
such contradiction
in poetic irony
what goes comes around
and washes out to sea
cold as equator
wet as Sahara
dry as ocean deep
hot as the taiga
uniform contrasts
mixed hyperbole
same differences
fluid simile
lyric without song
sensibly insane
musically tone deaf
Logically inane
I shall never see
verse so madding bad
I think that I shall
surely go quite mad
if mad is a place
say that's where I'll be
but I shan't be long
I'll be back for tea
hopped a streetcar
just my cat and me
at the corner of
Desire and Cemetery
singing for sixpence
on my ukulele
puss strums the bass in
land of Honah Lee
puff with the dragon
huff to the wolf moon
supping with devils
I'll use the long spoon
riding the contrail
to the end of the line
pull up a cloud
right here next to mine
ask where I'm off to
it's a ramblin song
don't know myself yet
you can sing along
start psychedelic
Sam, Bangs and, Moonshine
let her write herself
this lil rhyme of mine
a pocketful of pocket
to pass the time of night
white noise machine
to ward off my blight
so no point to my
silly pantomime
just felt like conversin'
if you've got the time
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