Fishing With Grenades

Caravans sing my song Despite my regressive chalk outline Clouds wrestle mango dawn Urging me to shed my fleshy brine Wriggles I’ve undergone This rustic harmonic snakes my spine Lost beneath the city Chasing those proud albino raccoons Grins too vast for pity My whole outfit has been clacking spoons Watch my ant committee As they spell out all my thought balloons Motion presses with zeal As the clock arms titter to be waved Visions slope so unreal Caressing the moments to be shaved Smoke my banana peel Gutless yellow, yet so well behaved How’d my pocket catch fire? Combustibles flaring from my mind Cinders leading the choir Tapping the time while locked on rewind I’ll give you my sapphire If you’ll stop smiling through that orange rind Say you’ll offer a truce Or those mosquitoes shall tackle me They slow dance to seduce Curtseying down like a cackle tree Playing games of abuse Riddles blazed on that neon marquis Now that I’ve gone crazy Potential gleams like a medallion My brash dripping daisy Baffled generals lead my battalion Notions smack me hazy Zoning aptly through my glass scallion