Vaccinated Vine Street

Blowing up On the thistledown tail Dancing in grooves Of Vulcans palm Printed in a horses ear Swimming in a fish's gills Cleverly caught To be spread on butterfly wings Shouting, “I want the sun” Til’ our buttress burned In an atmospheric tumble Down to a rotten oak stump Swallowed by a spider Who creeped into a castle To spit me out Onto a mousetrap of mirth Finally freed To be knighted By the goddess of doom Flicked on the rose garden Hastily honored From the tip of the royal thumb Stomped under sauntered shoes Of the blackfoot blues So off I went Only burgundy beside me I believe I've had enough Of this dime-store romance On vaccinated vine street