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House of Leonard

House of Leonard

I gave my legs to a flag with a blood marrow spoon
You blurred a moment of truth with your dying baboon

I swam the oceans of funk to get a soul full of bone
You asked a priest for a gun to practice panic alone

I operate underneath along a wet paper road
You ply the easel with grease and give away what you’re owed

And when you come calling as winter turns green
With a lisp and a whistle and a need for latrine
I’ll trip down the eighty-eight and spin up the tone
As we lisp through the whistle and polish the stone

I find that gagging is best when followed with food
You cut a hole your head to let your brain come unglued

I sent a handful of peace to a planet of pain
You chewed 10 yellow pills and made a horrible stain

I wished a well in the west and got a wallet of cheese
You broke the law with your hair because you do what you please

And when you come calling with twelve summer sins
With a flag and a crank and a saddle that spins
I’ll let in the nuns and flatten out the food
As we sift the crank and flag up the mood

I placed bacon with skinny in a basket of pockets
You understand only ugly replacing arrows with rockets

I rolled my clover in a bonus and flailed facing west
You changed a spaceship to a handbag and passed the test

I sucked a window through a teaspoon to see if I was right
You pushed a sofa to the ocean and sailed into the night

And when you come calling under woolen grey moon
With a gong and a sandwich and a half drunk spittoon
I’ll bring forth the load spoil and rip off the wheels
As we swallow gong salad and the sandwich congeals

Copyright © Ray Mattos | Year Posted 2013

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