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