Spoon the catepillar’
I whispered ow we I
the paper floated down
the ceiling collapsed
and the caterpillar
danced.
I want to to to
drop a move and fill
up with groove, on into
the black, still, dark night.
A blue dolphin splashed
into my skull, rattling my water
the waves rocked my soul,
I
tripped.
The sweat ran down my hands,
they whirled around,
then down, my arms were trees
but my feet, oh the toes
wiggled and wriggled out of
pace.
Again I spoon the caterpillar, a
web a weaved tale to tell
the music picked me up into the
rafters I floated, I bloated and
ballooned
then
popped.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
Spoon the catepillar’
I whispered ow we I
the paper floated down
the ceiling collapsed
and the caterpillar
danced.
I want to to to
drop a move and fill
up with groove, on into
the black, still, dark night.
A blue dolphin splashed
into my skull, rattling my water
the waves rocked my soul,
I
tripped.
The sweat ran down my hands,
they whirled around,
then down, my arms were trees
but my feet, oh the toes
wiggled and wriggled out of
pace.
Again I spoon the caterpillar, a
web a weaved tale to tell
the music picked me up into the
rafters I floated, I bloated and
ballooned
then
popped.
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