House Of Blue Light Poem by Wayne Falconer

She sez it's out'a'sight.
Blue bird in flight.
Let's make it happen tonight,
in house of blue light.

Three chord wonder song,
gonna play it al'night long.
Right or wrong election,
gonna make the connection.

Three by four drum beat,
burning up my feet.
Cook up the meat,
let's feel the soul heat.

Chew up my brain,
who lit up crimson flame.
Joss sticks are burning bright,
let's wake nature tonight.

Smoke rising upon wall,
whose feeling 10 feet tall.
Steaming up my rock soul,
her and I upon roll.

Full moon's on fire,
pulse is measuring desire.
what's gonna happen soon,
within this art cat's room.

She sez it's surreal,
lover the real deal.
Let's sign up tonight,
in the house of blue light.

And it's house of blue light.