Post by Steve on Jul 28, 2005 17:45:45 GMT -5
Bouquet Bandits
they carry milk crates in their hands
danglin` cigarette
burns and
falls like
a shootin star.
their eyes on
the hood
of a
`56 Chevvy,
their ears on the
rufflin of sheets
their minds on the
tigerlily dancin in the rocks.
Purple
yellow
green&white
they strip
colours from the church
to place colour in the sky
a daisy
to cover Orion
a lily
to hide the bear
queen anne's lace
to blotch a clutter...
then throw it into
an oil splled puddle
to watch it brown
with monarchial age.
the rose has no thorns
only the stem
cutting a cactus
bare handed
or with the dull side of a chef's knife
Bouquet Bandits
they carry milk crates in their hands
they carry milk crates in their hands
danglin` cigarette
burns and
falls like
a shootin star.
their eyes on
the hood
of a
`56 Chevvy,
their ears on the
rufflin of sheets
their minds on the
tigerlily dancin in the rocks.
Purple
yellow
green&white
they strip
colours from the church
to place colour in the sky
a daisy
to cover Orion
a lily
to hide the bear
queen anne's lace
to blotch a clutter...
then throw it into
an oil splled puddle
to watch it brown
with monarchial age.
the rose has no thorns
only the stem
cutting a cactus
bare handed
or with the dull side of a chef's knife
Bouquet Bandits
they carry milk crates in their hands