Meeting behind the iron sling My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping the lice from my bed I sussed we were teleported into his head A wormy blood train expected our feet But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth cell His words were just recorded tapes of Hell He left us in the room of faded scrolls In a window wall we saw a good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach It was interlocked between his angel eyes Which were bleached transparent And his marble lips were paralysed We swum and ran knee deep in plasma The cello stairs reduced in size The sunken landscape eclipsing into A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes Scenescof then became a midget Scratching at the bone in my knee Then an eat without a body Listening to my mental sea Suzy sat behind some loose flesh Her pirate thoughts were both young and old Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings She held me near she felt the cold We ran just like young fauns And me I fought a great worm Sent to taste my jaguar feet And used his skin to make my wings begin I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus And flew us above some uncooked meat A plastic hook pierced through my Instep I flew too near his Brutus heart But Suzy hip to all the future Played the Victorian heroin's part With my basted leg and rusty head And Suzy in a Hipolite dream I brandished my breathing machette While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine It flew out from its eyelid island It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement It makes a sound it seemed to say Keep cool the satin sun is yours I see your youthy aura's bright Expell your tears and jungle fears I'm here it's going to be alright Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair Quick silvered from black to grey Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial And was transformed into Grecian dust And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm With a charger and a spear As he moved his limbs The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.
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