Impetus crutch

Form the immortal immunity from mud and paint and wire
beware the seduction of idle chatter
and the killing of dreams severed from day
their and our causal profanity talks on a wave
in the heat of invisible misunderstandings
and the water births a rose
and the life takes a chance
and the mind thinks it knows
a goddamn

Its painted scarlet with a rain made of nails
and the neighbors god sharply cuts the stillness
I remember Rameses drove with the dead on high
and the western road town was penetrated
by dew and sunshine in the mornings
of anything is possible

long shallow river from the valley
the dragonflies dream of blood
and notice things you don't
his resignation
her addiction
the madness on the corner as she
picked her wings up
in the movie of her mind

seeds and flower's made of sun
painted gold and floating in my own bliss
my shoes turn into boats of reed and song
and the hills have eyes and tongues of flame

Queen Victoria was most likely
quite unhappy
and the Zulu whale lived with arrows
for two hundred thousand years
watermarks for fools and ice for the twit
the timebomb ticks for only me

So tattoo my face with the holy thorn
and etch her name in the street
god is flying on a crown of bears
and only the children can hear it's beat