Rambling somewhere.

Demons of old women

Checking the teenagers for sweets

Fingers of money eat at the honey.

 

I imagined so much talking

Like a fire engine it went to my head

The fire was in my mind.

 

I imagined cosmic kitty cats

Dogs with plenty of places to pee and smell

Heaven was outside.

 

I imagine parents opening the celebration

Dancing dynamite darlings in giant stockings

Fantasy is what you depend on sometimes.

 

I imagine great claws on a bird

No one had seen what was in the wind

The bird had no worries at all.

 

I imagine trinkets in all sorts of colors

A maid dressed plain holding a duster

Far a way looks on a bottle of rum.

 

I imagine all holding hands

Ouch from the electric lights above

Better yet let's all hug.

 

I imagine freedom in decoration

Everything had to be renewed back to perfection

Lastly she had a parisite in her shoe.

 

I imagine worms spinning in the rain

Glowing from eons of pain

What was in like now that it can no longer be explained?

 

I imagine a confessing old man

So sad and lonely but ashamed he was only

Just feeling down and like a clown

Wanted to know

Didn't understand

No ship to command

The ladies were sold on TV

That was the invisible enemy

There was only noises

Sounds of streams

Delicate pharmacies in Neon tapestry

Lords of marketing

She could have warned you if she could

Now lost in her home

Also alone

Nothing can save the people from drowning

All in the world

There is just a machine

It has no feelings.