walker

Un doe a trash can the mou rou bashan, the room creates these patterns and a shape unfolds
Shadows like a lantern

A shop that sold voice
And a kaleidoscope couldn’t come bearing gift of hope
‘said the gift of love was more easier to go for’
yet when he said this, the result led the feet to full on: walker out the door

More a moor hill come to conquer, as a quer-yes indeedy
As a queen, rule realm, yes, that’d be needy
In need of something naz'is
In need of own business
In need of the fack the fultied a full on walker into my life
Just walk righter backer out my line
Off the patch
Of the path of shape
The fractal is a gate and this to you, is closed

End of the road

(drums play: morse, no nosey people code, may ponder a po-dest, modest
di-s-lex, a map, imagine life living as a twat)

mosh a ban, where art van, count to ten, count to ten
hide and seek,
featuring: wher’d he go
that knight who you were planning to sew into =family duvet
o art fuck thay, this where oh is a show down
and this is time for me to leave this town