GARY SKIES

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla taping all the rings that slide inside a poppy tree

o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies cut opal seed

lo gary gary gary./..

bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart seem

chilled as mute apples up above

o

Gary Skies, i've been painted me the gary leas vanilla caping alll of the kings which heed gold hanging babylon babies....

oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas

reel inside the East

la la la la...

they put pills in our motorcars -as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars then we danced inside rocked sleeved

sleasy ratty reeds

& we rained adown inside a seagulled town .. O-YA

the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns caressed berry bombs & the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound

to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons ?/

gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been weeping, weeping the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed

& a daggered steed raises Gary from Laden Ladies

...bad boys raid the radios teased toys raise light's rodeos &, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such mod mumbos must be fucked

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mind winter goes to Hell

Gary Skies rings a prison-bell

& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked

keen cavvies of men & woollen

scope-sheeted rosed women....

oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla-taping all the keys which drive

inside the poppy trees

oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies

oo gary, gary, gary-.,.

gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives

widen into Buddha...

la la la lahhh uhhh././

bad boys, pistols & ploves makes my heart seem the heart of a rose bad girls, pistils & plagues makes my heart seem as old as the grave

& old handed weepers raise gary skies from out his gary sleeves

& we jump for a stereo's noisy need

,.

Gary was god's Minotaur

Gary was love's centaur spy

Geary Gary was god's kitchen door

Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why

men and Ghosts get high...

-i-i-i-i-

self is a Lie??

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gary gary gary skies never needsto answer why gary gary gary skies Nobodaddy licks the tides

& we run to sleep where a green Ide

locks kiosks into fingers.....

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Fishy men of Alcatraz

study dry eyes..

Lo

GARY SKIES....

 

 

 

 

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