Son Ambulance Chlorophyll
Chlorophyll, the deep sea green bullet. Once I did watch
delighted and fell in. I fell in. April's tendrils, she
crawls through grassy fields to form a crown of crocuses,
a paper crane. It's an unfolding parade, an unbeatable
cascade and its going fast from the factory labour privy
to the black mailers. A real good cause I guess I'm
blessed. I'm answered. Cancelled appointments I could
have braved. Call in sick for my big fake while I'm,
while I'm well awake. Chlorophyll. The statix always
playing, nothings going on. Nothings going wrong with my
privacy fence. With our liquid suspense. In the carnival
clarinets from the underground pageant.
