The "fatal" Vision

 Like a spurious hunch

    Reminded us

    We had not had lunch

    And so we stopped

     Our luxurious carriage

     To enter a marriage

     Of our mouths and the 

       Cuts of cold beef- 

    Never a Union more satisfied 

     We burped and moved on to Claret

   And other fine wines

 I captured the Flood

     And the freedom lovers

     Put them in my basket

        Sad eyed murderers

          Look into your heart

They said

     But having none I could not

 Instead I filled my cup!

   With covetting 

   Of corvettes

    Sad eyed headlights look

   To the East

   For News

    And topical nuances 

Strange cuts of glass

   And sports coats 

 On alternating

   Waves of depression 

   And intoxication 

     The *Great Sea* moves forward

     And back

         The iron rings are sharp

      Some could make a living from yawning

 The Grifter stooge

           Hit in the head by a two by four

Do that 

    Till you die

      Weeping for the cow pies

 On a lonesome hill

       You ain't no cowgirl

     And this is not a rodeo 

    

 Ya gotta 

                 Just ca hoooosey

     On the loose floozy

         Of Time

   See that Crock o Dial

      Movin past the syncho- pile

  Sleep like babes in the old wood shed

       Dreaming of a time wherein

The you weren't dead

 Grafted

    To the grifta 

      Kicked his asp 

     Shoulda been swifta 

         Down the funky railway tube

         Screaming screams

     Are you wearing cream? 

    How's yr spleen? 

      I'm a lemon drop away

     Call me up some day