Like bells of blood, our own great hearts we slung the drunk boat of our ports.
I wrapped myself in toilet-paper,
Day full blown and splendid day of the immense sun and
There's an eyeball in the gumball machine.
Coffee, Pumpkin, Fudge-Banana
I depart as air I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
They feast on your skin.
Coral is far more red than her lips red.