/No foRm.Old song.\

A smiley face
a fuzzy finger-painted face
is mouthing off
A neverland
a paint to paint the weather and the dreamer's (dream)

She held her hair
in her arms and cried
and left the bathroom drip
ing
wet with wrists and bloody soap
the madness hit reality
silly reality.

A blue moon walk
a jazzy tune the city plays
wide eyed mind
waiting for feeling, contact
from the past
connecting back and forth the past.

Him and her
And her and him and her and her
and everyone
forgetting hunger
all this happening now
now
Now.

The game we play
dynamics and the window gaze
the worshiped ones
and all the dead,
the history - dead.

and me. somewhere alive.
a quick hello, goodbye.
hungry uncertainty.
solo, slide,
once and twice before the number crunch,
the machine world, crushed in gears,
spit out like everlasting gobstoppers
chewed with violence, violet bursts
and happy songs to pop the cork on champagne bottles
to shoot me to a crisp land,
solo
slide.