Boom Trees.

Boom Trees

In the surface of the outer lights the boat came. It shone. There was two holes in the side. One was large. Big enough to fit a car. The other was small. Only as round as a pin prick. The strange thing was, the water. The water rushed like a raging treacle. Cascading violently through the hole that was only as large as a pin hole. The hole that was large enough to fit a car inside, was dry as bone, no water rushed into the boat through this hole.

Inside the deck. The metal floor began to spout patterns. Sweeping shadows lining upon the floor. The rest of plays. Machino. Valentine. The shade of petals. From the roses. Being painted. Darker. Red into Blue. Velvet under the fever. Raising the temperature. To hawai in christmass. Syndey. Australia. The boats name was,
Rewind. Hyenas, hyterical, inside the the boat. Growing in a pot. There was a dark tree. A dark dark tree. That went boom.
Like dark houses. Horses. Rampaging. On a mouse shrieks. Jumping into a leg. Bottles get hot. Jumping mouse. Fast. Proper pot. Proper pot for the tree. Proper pot. The mice are inside. Inside the earth. Drugs on the earth. Drugs on the tree. A cat, asks once, if it can purr twice. Seeking out the maze. Cheese. In between the pita. Warms the temparature. Palace of spinning leafs. Peace. A dark stallion. Rushing. Through the open country. Boom the tree. Boom. Glows. As bright. As an dress made for an indian wedding. Smiles as wide, as the father of the beaming bride. Moon beaming boom. That sets the boat rewind. On its new course. From North to South. The forgotten tribes. Who first learnt to sail. Across the waters all around the world. On ships made from their sacred trees. Boom. In the land of ommbalawah.