Perceptual notions... or experienced interpretation
Dead people don't love
I walk in a cemetery
Feet bounce on a dove
Lead by the fairy mystery
Of bones and blood,
They track you in the end
Till drowning in flood,
Your snake is sent
Away like crawling eggs,
Shivering pain through eyes
You will sing for sex
Inside a body that dies.
Vaporizing thoughts and mottos
While sitting on a bench,
Looking for an ancient mojo
Picturing only a wench.
I can not wait to be voyaging.
