STAND UP & SLEEP!

Butchered horizons await on three sides.

And the last's splayed wide open, only nakedness to hide.

Still that never pays the Robin nor the Hooded Boys at the cross 

Of Baltimore & Payne!

Splashed through dank spice cabinets. Raided your halls.

They've done more damned damage than a pratt fulla falls.

Void boxes bursting of donut holed carpenters 

Plaining down Loathsome Jane.

I'd fire the hydrant if left up to me.

Then roll with the Coaster's song, Poison Ivy.

Gotta ticket from the diet police for fasting 

Much too slow!

Had a dream I couldn't sleepwalk. My life's along a tight rope glazed with nails.

Kicked out a speakeasy for stutterin'. Tossed like funky Greek salad into jail.

I collect used tattoos don'tcha know?

Off to the snail races in the murkey stretch'a town.

Picked one to finish 'fore next Tuesday. Me just'a bettin' carnival clown

Smell that funnel cake sifting through the chemtrail checkered air!

Arrived home early, from the Fat Lady Singin' contest.

T'was over as soon as it started. Guess you would have guessed.

Your guess is as good as mine! But not your two toned \blue '65' Belvedair!