PUNK

tough

it’s in, it’s out

a twist of lime

a fruit drink inside

a wonder bread

a tornado head

a cold rain

a pouring drain

it’s time to go

inside-out

down and about

red, orange, green and blue

fly-like-colors

howling wind

fly-like-colors

no dust in my teeth

bite my lip

i bite my lip

take you up

towers of lust

desire a must

on top of that temple

steps to the holy one

never take one

a cherry tree

drop yours tonight

love birds in sight

wanted and believed

greys between

living colors

no waisted horrors

smart time

to my chime

it’s a wanted one

a soul of two

a connected pair

its time little frog

webbed feet

duck your head

under counter

it’s time to be a lemon

a grateful sin

a dead pig

drowning meat

no vegetables in the heat

i am in need

for that lovey speed

smoke it up

junk it up

punk it up

fill me up

i am in need

for that lovey speed

deal me a drug

flow me up inside

cover me in white

all over; i wont bite

colors;

they fly like jets

red, white, & blue

skies in russia

skies in america

japan & zealand

guatemala & fruit lands

they fight like army men

warriors of hell

painted faces; portraits of heroes

it’s a shoot

captain, a cigar

rip down the road

a drag mobile

wind turning

dog barking

zoom in

zoom out

it’s about that time

out - and - about

i am in need

for a cold rain

and a pouring drain

it’s time to go

inside-out

down and about

round

round

beach ball play

womyn in suits

men in sun-tan

palm beach springs

and new orleans

lima, I sinka your marina

beauty, no queen, ill split your spline

no more

time to go

split out

colors about

explode

i need some

big bang

fighter plane

above and beyond

no place to go

run in

run out

zoom about

it’s time to become a monument

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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