O'  end of quarrels in the sandy desert-
O' terror weep for thy innocent lion-
O' terror she has no cause, where can she go when rocks disappear into red rivers of lost artifacts, where she has no gun, only her *****-
O' I see you are selfish-
O' I see you hate, and ask of you to stop your explosions, stop your suicide, and let us all enter her body-
O' the dreams are there, warm and legal-
O' we can all drink from your oil wells, but must stop your anger first-
O' I shall seek her otter, will she be far behind-
O' terror can you do this, my simple request, we shall enter her body together, like children we still are and always can be-

O' with the mink's wheel the pirate cranks out a sweet ballad of desperate tragedy-
O' when will her sun set in my valley of various rays-
O' mountain horse and stinky steed, where is your knight in the abandoned dew-
O' shrewd sheep let me have your wool, for me it is not, I pray for the baby stars of the hungry day-
O' dream let me awaken from your hold-
O' day so fair and wild I see not the climate of your youth, I see not the Shepard's cane-
O' night long and slender let me clean your dark with my forming brew-
O' let there be someway to see the roads that flash amber in her eyes, in her mouth snow forms rocky terrain and I cannot pass-

O' is it me and her I see in my dream, feeding on the dancers last leg-
O' is it us that cries for the pain in lost love, or the affair of pleasure hiding in thy mountain's peak-
O' I say let her come to me softly, slowly, and with great fists, fiery and dripping wetness in my wound-
O' fair country side, where the stream flows in opposite direction-
O' where I see thy fish drunkenly waiting for the sea otters-
O' otters of the sea, king of the night, why has thy heart sunken in her eyes, why does the bear not eat her berries-
O' is she tired and long in the way we stand-

O' woman crying in her crowded heart, sleep one more day
with me in my nightmare hell-
O' dwindle in the shade of spades-
O' return to the valley of icy stew, where the tiger mourns his lost wheel-
O' where are our lovely stars, in the fields of endless skies-
O' rapture and silence-
O' greedy fool, let you stop that drool-
O' climb with me to the heavens of speckled dust, where forests of hatred
burn like wonderful amber moons-
O' why does thy heart dive and swoop-
O' what is it behind your corner of gold that the lions hide away from the ancient songs of everlasting beauty-
O' food soft and moist I lick thy sweetness from her brow-
O' soft and frail ***** cat, where is your steaming ball of yarn that thy
plays with in the cold sun-

O' life-
the red bushes of soft ecstasy-
O' my wounds ever sore-
blistering in the hot sun of December frosts-
O' glorious sadness-
the concrete beauty weeps-
O' joy-
my ocean of skeletons and dive bombing fish destroy the American-
O' fruit-
that grows from the earth bound with thy vein-
O' fair lady-
long hair flowing majestically in the spring breeze-
O' father-
who is a wicked crook that feeds on the thieves of my dreams-
O' you-
standing in the dry mud of song lessons-
O' weather-
cold on my neck where bugs surface-
O' Terror...