The Sundance Kid - he dance alone
for now
for the everwaning spring days
but he got a feeling
that it might not be for much longer
he got a good feeling
that maybe June is going to be
a good month
wild firecracker month
soggy morning
eye dripping holy water kind of month
The Sundance Kid - he throw his bones
read his cards
stare everpresent into the blowing smoke
he got a notion
that he'd like to drink Venus Blood
(not venous - though it might be)
he got an itching
like he might want to wrap himself
in butter ladyflesh
lay there for awhile
sweating evening
acid drop off the top of cumulous heights falling fast but breathing tasting Bleeding kind of month
he got a feeling
I. Like. This. butter ladyflesh?? are you kidding me?! its one of those that I wish I had thought up, good job babydoll.