Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
.

Saturday 9 July 2011

Buckets of Sleep.

Buckets of Sleep

Sleepy table
my legs have burned
im on a while
tearing tigers
in the sky

everywhere i step
i feel no cold
cause im free
from capture
breaking
out the surf

its a tidal
that sweet sweet earth
tell your father
the devil goes first

it was a dream a had
merging all over salt
house of tables
now the cradle is formed

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