Alex.

Alex

Sleeping golden eggs
grown from a tree
box after box
sliding to the
petrol amazon
huichol shaman
wet cactus dreams
of writing
shifting and shaping
across the tumbling numbers
screen
where the parrots squawk
hot tea cold tea
polly's running out of oil
new gods entwine
castle stair casing
brown blue yellow green
outer earth cables
electonic thunder spiral
jaguar lightning
rasing sentinals
from the ground
this is where it all begun
we keep turning
burning cultures
till we feed
on the good times
dj voodoo
in the earthlings monkey puzzle
tied up in ying yang vines
from culy jungle head to toe
singing la lalala la lalala lah
for the machines to rise
the architect
the tea maker surfs
picking tangled leafs
to fuel human schemes
sweeps the board dead clean
no more bears in the forest
no more broken dreams
unlevened sanctuary
spark plug
synapses popping like spawn in the frog ponds
boiling seas
sweet bubbles
kiss of life
granted to the machines
armies of marching ants
binding togethor the soil
roots wire blood fire
litter laying canopies
with millionares short bread
run logan one
dive into this jungle
where our tribal shadows dance like wind chimes
of the heart and mind
hanging onto the uprising swaying trees
who blanket the earth in drift like snow
that no longer have the need
for any off us to be
breathe in
hot tea cold tea
polly's running out of oil