Sprinkler Steve, Schizophrenia Phenomena

Sprinkler man, Dancing in an idle neighbourhood. Eyes rolled back feeling fine, gallon coat of tears, his boat drifting like his floating feet His mind an endless note charming the children from the river, disturbing mud packets of thought, Caught a fish he did, the sprinkler man, swirls waving hooks in the air paddling like a worm curling like a note he wrote. --The night is young Still stuck in his river yellow mind Brewing toxins falling to the ground out the entrances of his pointers He lives down on the alley praying amongst tall grass weaving a sunrise, exhaling the lifes clouds drifting along in deep currents of blue. He was my father at one point. sold his tanned heart and smoked sticky dreams flooding valleys staunhcing him a like a shadow coat Starfishes in the corner, intoxicated pacified in a midnight blanket mono train exaiming ants briefly stern. on he goes Destroying darkness shovelling blood out his ten shores spiriling notice leaving the world behind. Riding quilts galloping, All is quite fine with the clown teething moping like a wave to his mothers palm. On he crys.. Singing