East and West Swing

Give me your wide cup I will open your bottom shell and lift you up. I will ring your bell, press your ears against the sky, holler to the moon until the doves shaves Mozart's beard. Where did the butterflies fly? High above to the bad apple pie. Disaster. Are wings born to fly like a boat? Red ribbons waving hello. Tomorrow bring your book and we will read about Dylan. Such a young voice for healing. Mother is in France riding a horse wearing a low cut dress. Shape your breasts. Numb your skin. Buckle up now. Ride free boy sin. Shackle, I heard the shackles. Hands swinging in the gutter. I caught the trash and lit up the light like a going away Cash. Sleep, sweet lady. I see your hair all dirty and ugly. Your eyes don't even look alive. Your eyelashes cold to my nose. I cuddle you up but your trash boy lost his nerve. His shoes hanging from the curb. He knows where he is going maybe you can nail him down and play with his frown. I call you sweet ugly Mary the drink of beer by the fairy, and her wings couldn't break you. Bad boys couldn't take you. Only your teeth danced inside the bar silhouette light.