Black Currant Roll Fiestas

in the church of the latter day pipe dream the jungle heartbeat settles with the sleeping sun, the hightone choir kicks up a midnite melody filled with street bead jubilee in the chiily frost a houndrel skidmark queen skates circles around the thatched hut of eternity holding burning rites reaching back through catacomb starlights marriage a forgotten horse and buggy seventy six trombone dream routine left in the blue sky cornfield tractor breeze sex evaporates like a withered tiger eye in a jejune july wind satisfaction’s red lip lightning bolt sparks green exit goddess dressing golden imprimatura in the fog lifting drift teenage trollers leave their uneasy dancing slipknot slippers at the doorstep of juicy blended upended black currant roll fiestas