Slippy Day Dream
The blue rabbit ran through the sky
listening to the dreams of clouds
that passed by in threes
like giant white fluffy busses
in the street sparky tuber ring
realised that he didnt want to leave
and the feeling began to unsettle him
squirrels on the run with ice and guns
talking to the sun, talking to the sun
day is dreaming just begun
squirrels on the run squirrels on the run
ice picking head pins needles drum
squirrels in the gun
squirrels in the gun
sparky spent last night sleeping
underneath the lamp post of the sun
tacking on the ice the ice with feeling
licking all the drips
dropping from the ceiling
take a mararajua
tack back two
chicken on heat
send chips for you
sitting in a day glow days wont crack
cant fold with four aces in your pack
took another beating
push on through
blocks keep sinking
till they bloom
little piece of life
for the squirrels brew
a pair of foxes sewing shoes
talking to the river
lullaby
sky is walking
passing by
green grass flowers
puffin skips
glue to the fire spice
on playground lips
a double take
bath for free
silver owl feathers
circle streams
dancing in the puddle rings
hello tiger
what can you see
dancing the twist
at midsummers eve
the ghost lanterns
of the stripey jean
a boat sailing
from the spiders dreams
see them like clouds
floating in the sky
a night filled with spiders eyes
squirrels on the run
squirrels to the gun
squirrels on the beach
of the bitten sun
Thursday, 19 May 2011
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