putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine
then rascal walked dizzily
like mechanic dancer
around cinnamon circle
right under scythe
and underwent severance
staggering truth was quite vague
then postwar prelude under the lurid sky
piccolo semitone
sacrament
orchids
silhouettes on a merry-go-round
jetty broke up
and castaway went away
right before dawning
before stellar equinox
but journey was humdrum
with nautical nausea
just medley of flukes
so we hit the road
on the roof of a magic bus
not just figurative
really peculiar
and finally let behind
all cold sensations
marble queen visits
with priest with no faith
and start gentle mutiny
the celestial journey
is over at ten p.m.
and all we got left
is sobering lethargy
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