The Memphis Bay and the inner there from the air, it's just blue like stain and green
and purified and carson squares, it's a pure disperiment of mustard and honey tone, scuffed
up kitchen floor and tiles, top of bones with a big trap door, doused after the night,
disappear and drop out of sight, into the night, endless night, underneath the green
flares, in the unfettered nothingness.
In the thin air, birds of clouds lazily graze, within the size of a ballroom, star painters
are taking over, the scaffolding is in its place, and it's lazy over just tonight, just
washing up.
In the thin air, birds of clouds lazily graze, within the size of a ballroom, star painters
are taking over, the scaffolding is in its place, just washing up.