It's that time again, onto the hallucinogenic train
Yesterday was the zombie punk trip
The kind that treks void, black, passive Kalahari dunes,
And dissolves into the sweet dead obsidian graveness
With Occasional specters and delightful Picassos
I saw lakes of lemon with suns burnt in blue
There were gals I fancy, riding big pink fat camels
And I'd often sing that long cryptic song lyric
Aroused from my seat when the dispatch whistle blew
I sought all my luggage from that hollow soft gray carriage
And behold!
Twas me again,
Fighting to hold onto a nocturnal melodrama!
My Eyes are now heavy,
And am now off to sleep...
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