Green 3-D

A house in green 3-D
A cat dyed black by the slow sunset
And trees who shed their leaves
The train tracks always heat
You can touch, they're right on the left of the fence
A dull painted blade, carefully clomp in with me
A shy ghost will not creep on glass and guns
Gown pieces and freeze
Black concrete and water you'll drink

Low and hide so your head hits the ground
Blood mixed in mud
Slow dollhouse repeats
A smashed in screen
Bloody locks of hair on your vision's dead beak

Oh, the luck is hardly

In the light on the lawn nobody cares
Lurking ahead of the wall tattoos break the rays
Oh, look you have thin pedestals balancing plain
No great plan here hear at all

How nice

Levitate from the ivy vine
Look behind, look behind
See hands melting
Flat shacks and bricks
Dead smells, caramels
Oranges, glazed bread, severed head
Blood red pustules, left side of the tongue
Drop out in it



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Purkeypile
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