a powerfull potion
an unnamed lotion
mercury stature
pearls of souvereign

smokepipe cafe
barrel of understanding
hurt
what's it like
to be
getting off on a chocolate device

wet tissues
wept issues
soul alive
plastic lips
and botox smiles

a powerfull potion
an unstringed guitar
noiseless suitcase
treble is high

paralysis        stroke
faculties          limb
christ           ­    apology
*******            running
banjo               absense
century           accuracy
beatup            fish
kept                 frozen
folks                talk
flesh                society
bat­tery            volunteer
sprinkle          match
managed        ­overall
tooth               age               duty

Parallel dimensions in sun forsaken paradise
Sore heels surfing away on the butcher's blues
Spankin' rip ties are keepin' it fancy together
Drillholes all over, but the plugs are in shortage

Keep it coolin'baby, said the slaughter to the servant
Everything will be fine in a year or so
Correction of content is our main priority
The paperkiller runs overtime

We shall overcome this microwave breeze
while the pizza hut burns down
a 'pat on the head of the pet'
the birds keep a singin' inline

A digitalized **** has been put in a toaster
Transported through pipes
Send off as holy grail bananas incorporated
Stamped 70 cents
Whipped out the door as hot air
The receiver the receiver guess who
300 watts or more
Kb's amplified to Z
The clerk awaits it with both hands
But that's just **** guessing
Or **** gassing if you like
'You like the smell?' will be a statement made with Royal grace
Pancakes will be served too
& by the way
Who said Bob Dylan was a country singer?

Lowdown dwarf sitting up my table
Handcurfed laughing in a washing machine
Cupboard loading into pieces of a lighter
much faster blue monk
Stripping teaser hunky Buddha boy faster in
a ring with cakes up his chin
Kneeled down clown with his black socks in the
chamber of the notorious weekend son
Indian geeks falling from a pulled up sink skirt
at the speed of twilight
Mashin' potatoes hollerin' through the lightning
tunnel
Still my age ribbon tooley much ahead from my pants
Nails shootin' through spines at the edge of a pencil ball
Still washing up my braces in a much harder followed ankle bone
Pulled down clown wavin' moist upon Sindi at night time collapse
that gets off his chin
Tiny cup of black coffee balanced underneath two fast licking owls