Where June Meets July: V. Maps
Adjy
GENRE
…And not a day later that makeshift post line tied would deliver oft…
June Awake!
… It’s only eight…
Come on you waif!
…And that morning
He’d crawl from his bunk to a campsite among an ocean of sun-baked rows of corn...
Green wide plains, dusty white rock roads
Wiry low weeds grow bristled like a bonny's tousled hair
Her salt-skin jig upon the summertide of Illinois
-sweat and amber scent through the balmy open air
The bright proud sun through the tent top towns
-manic light yells down and everything around yew bows!
An ash tree shrouds hot skin -wet from the creek
Where the sky meets the ground now to baptize the week
In humidity
Such a humble place for the birth of the world!
…a supply store church, a congregation of corn
A dandelion psalm; among clover and chicory
Grazing hands while they stand -a secret-tongue accrete
A gnomon-mound-Cahokia-finger to the wind
The shadow in its wake is the line behind a pen...
Contrast on the paper rightly metes our "when" and "where"
Now go carry boy the compass, for she brought along the square!
Draw a bound around Tiamat’s sea!
"A summer crown… A “Pirate King!”
“…among the berry lay his Queen!"
Come realign all history! …come Holler Anno Domini!
All moments lead to here, and…
“… all futures flow from now!
“Could it be?“
Do you see?
Align loadstar!
“ A sprig of time.”
Byzantine!
"On Troubadour!"
Meru bound, A civil mare all let free
They prank in the agora for a flicker jamboree
Those little-light-flies environ where they collide
Around the Yggdrasil a'sprout
Over the gate to peek inside
Queen Anne's Lace, dusty white rock roads
Wiry low weeds grow bristled like a bonny's tousled hair
A salt-skin jig upon the summertide in Illinois
-sweat and amber scent through the balmy open air
As the party rabbled on, they snuck away…
And on that evening -somewhere beyond it all
Some Original Line was tied
…what could exist but for the bliss I feel now?
…what could exist but for the bliss I feel now?
June Awake!
… It’s only eight…
Come on you waif!
…And that morning
He’d crawl from his bunk to a campsite among an ocean of sun-baked rows of corn...
Green wide plains, dusty white rock roads
Wiry low weeds grow bristled like a bonny's tousled hair
Her salt-skin jig upon the summertide of Illinois
-sweat and amber scent through the balmy open air
The bright proud sun through the tent top towns
-manic light yells down and everything around yew bows!
An ash tree shrouds hot skin -wet from the creek
Where the sky meets the ground now to baptize the week
In humidity
Such a humble place for the birth of the world!
…a supply store church, a congregation of corn
A dandelion psalm; among clover and chicory
Grazing hands while they stand -a secret-tongue accrete
A gnomon-mound-Cahokia-finger to the wind
The shadow in its wake is the line behind a pen...
Contrast on the paper rightly metes our "when" and "where"
Now go carry boy the compass, for she brought along the square!
Draw a bound around Tiamat’s sea!
"A summer crown… A “Pirate King!”
“…among the berry lay his Queen!"
Come realign all history! …come Holler Anno Domini!
All moments lead to here, and…
“… all futures flow from now!
“Could it be?“
Do you see?
Align loadstar!
“ A sprig of time.”
Byzantine!
"On Troubadour!"
Meru bound, A civil mare all let free
They prank in the agora for a flicker jamboree
Those little-light-flies environ where they collide
Around the Yggdrasil a'sprout
Over the gate to peek inside
Queen Anne's Lace, dusty white rock roads
Wiry low weeds grow bristled like a bonny's tousled hair
A salt-skin jig upon the summertide in Illinois
-sweat and amber scent through the balmy open air
As the party rabbled on, they snuck away…
And on that evening -somewhere beyond it all
Some Original Line was tied
…what could exist but for the bliss I feel now?
…what could exist but for the bliss I feel now?
Related songs
No comments:
Post a Comment