The golden lemons
Go by.  

A jet of fire we cant
Catch.

I work to win and take the ravens flight
And go because I think I know im rite.
We take off from problems and touch another place.  I left the soil, I can spring away from there.  The open egg grows to leap away from safty.  I work to win and take the ravens flight and go because I think I know whats rite.  Its about time to steal the open breath, so make a mess and work to win the ravens flight.  And go because we know whats rite.  So trust the dive and feel your flight.  Theres no leap thats touper.

My fathers room explodes with encores and cheers for him to keep on playing:  a lady in the croud raises her rite hand as he sings
"Baby i still want to know if you need me".
My mothers ready to drag him out and spill his teeth over the back alley:  you ******* i knew you were an ***, your an ***, an ***.  
He sings again to the croud:  "Its my day for the whiskey". "its day for the whiskey".  
"Baby please understand me".

I want to know the blidness that kept his hands sliding and moving as if two scences were bundled and expelled from the already darkening white shade, pearling infront of his paintngs, There he found the secrets of golden asps and seductive tones
that manipulated Antonys weakness for powerful women.  But now the blank verses  of god and poet live to the imposible idea of finding secrecy and sharing the myth that his scribe would have to live with.  The hardest process of sinking your open thoughts in hot salt.  The painful scars of reliving and redoing to go out into the night hoping it wasnt your last.

The dwares caressly flew out like bats
itching to just get a chance

A ******* call so I could pay along time.
Exuses excuses no **** no dice.
She hates the pictures of tools and guns.
Why will we fight?  Its knives and points sharpen.  A game with red and green, mixed ***** on ice.
We once warmed tubs and showers to slide hands in downward drips.  To clear smooth flesh and wash,  our oily pours against heated streams that softened the lilly spheres .  yes! And  Yes! Oh my god yes so yes and  true the frog will hop before he floats his pearld chest above the egging geisers.   before he stays he screws and hops around.  Until he sees the water and its steam.

Hey man
I know why
You fought me

She said
She said
she said

Its getting icy

Our bodies crumble like thawing  berries