Atlantis is growing in and there’s no moan in swim could she live of a life of cooking french toast for him and survive it thought so quickly hop on the shuttle Tuscany I hope nothing slackens when the shin acts for going I just so happened I just so happened I just so happened I just so happened to know someone on the bottom who come from the spun out top forgot how to float for three years forgot about detachment forgot about being a basket case and nothing disappeared but the radioactive jellyfish trapped in lace ellipses, the ridiculous hoax of the rescue attempt such cruel techniques of measurement when a vast metropolis in you steps out of the blue horizon and without knowing why come is coming toward the canon playing a weird golden accordion and laughing There’s no need for revenge in the future nor for our negro Helen to bait repentance a tapering concentric gathers into the bull’s battleye and if instead of charging she turns around the whole game cowers the whole lantern billows broken hearted cowboys how ‘bout it traitor ‘how bout it slave?
