Pretty Canary

pretty canary color of cherry
in my garden blue
sipping on sherry
named her carry
after her screaming hues

pretty canary color of cherry
in my garden blue
sipping on sherry
named her carry
after her screaming hues

after her screaming hues
after her screaming hues
after her screaming hues

what's up y'all
had to pop out my situation cuz I fell off too hard
buck cherry
and a fucked up tattoo
gliding down a stripper pole from wal-mart
anchored in gorilla glue-ing
singing to a theme
that you ain't heard yet
but you knew when it came on
it was here to fuck wit your head
it took from what you said
it took you to a runaway
and then you knew where you'd been shed
where you'd been where you'd be fed

where you'd been where you'd be fed
where you'd been where you'd be fed
where you'd been where you'd be fed

pretty canary color of cherry
in my garden blue
sipping on sherry
named her carry
after her screaming hues

after her screaming hues
after her screaming hues

shy little carry offered a berry
shy little carry offered a berry
shy little carry offered a berry
from my bursting blooms

with skin so hairy it tickled
with skin so hairy it tickled
with skin so hairy it tickled
with skin so hairy it tickled like
with skin so hairy it tickled like terry, terry, terry
with skin so hairy it tickled like terry
with skin so hairy it tickled like terry

didn't dare to refuse
didn't dare to refuse
didn't dare to refuse
didn't dare to refuse
didn't dare to refuse
didn't dare to refuse

where you'd been where you'd be fed
where you'd been where you'd be fed
where you'd been where you'd be fed

the falling at the pyramids
split a storm overhead
stroked by
perverted meddling
of the happily undead

prick to my finger, plucked
rip the seam 'til it untucks in

tear surrendered
then whisked in rapacious splendor
escaping banter chases a cantor down

paths of expatriation
a sudden
spin away then

paths bending at our rocking
I split you nestled
in the mossy
in the mossy

resolved to Brave the absurdist circus'
bazaar of contact
skin to soul begets known unknowns

giggled in the
blind spots, besotted

hides the rotted
hides the rotting
hides the rotting
hides the rotting
hides the rotting

the grey of that day was
vibrant as its illuminations
neon pink panties in a beak shape
patch pulled aside
fruits of mine drool
pouts the sweat
spooling in
sour surrender

that goes tart, now
flash fermented

orange pickling plumes
prostrate and rancid before the dune
prostrate and rancid before the dune

IT SAT ON MY SILL AND SNATCHED A PILL I WAS
SPRINKLING IN MY TEA
SPRINKLING IN MY TEA

THEN USED ITS BILL TO SWALLOW IT STEAL
FALLING INTO ITS BEAK
FALLING INTO ITS BEAK

MAD WAS THE SHRILL
AS IT FELT THE PILL
PEAKING UNTIL IT TWEAKED
PEAKING UNTIL IT TWEAKED

SHIMMIED ITS PAINTING SPEWS IN FRAMING
SHIMMIED ITS PAINTING SPEWS IN FRAMING

IT LOST ITS CHILL, THEN FLUTTERED AND SQUEALED
IT LOST ITS CHILL, THEN FLUTTERED AND SQUEALED
AND NOW IT
WON'T STOP LAUGHING AT ME
AND IT WON'T STOP
LAUGHING AT ME
LAUGHING AT ME

AND IT WON'T STOP
LAUGHING AT ME
LAUGHING AT ME