earthbound lay lines, and space bound library fines,

and its always the word that binds, until three dawns clear. ahead of you, the living world in nature you combine,

behind us all the questions that are really answers to minds,

conversations repeated ad nauseum and products displayed, replayed, dismay, how now could i convey, click clique click,

as we arrive in naivety we'll re-enact the nativty oh brevity.

sick, sickness, sicker, i think the blood was getting thicker,

waters run red and waves wash up mammals and plantlife,

flat pack longevity and ready made anarchy mix in vacant irony,

would you like to play with our pollution? survive, disappear.

come alive.

would you care to sample this distribution? revive,political spheres on automatic drive.

milking machines for the herd, projections screens in the theatre of the absurd.

and if you want it word for word take no advice from the night birds,

they live from a visual sense, at almost any expense.

this is our sky-dive through sexed club dives, and tussles we've survived.

infectious love written for prosperity on a prescription,

there really is no similarity in our polarity or our trajectories,

so sleep with the phone directory and there brothers, 

sterilise your path and your past,

 cocaine mothers dont know there pride and joy, is beside a railway line watching the time, ultra-colour urbane,

ultra-crumbled uni-mimed over stumble

champagne brothers on a commuter train, unplug that brain and plug in the whispering campaign. i feel no pain.

so take the fast lane or the fast line, a long as its got a percentage sign, no one feel they can decline, lets interwine over a goblet of wine, as we ask for trouble we spy an air bubble even though its completely unrelated we'll look suprised and overjoyed, and its possibly guaranteed, that no one can exceed, so we'll endeavour to do whatever whenever just until the end of forever,  and that the the riddle of terrestial time, and its true musical times can be a victimless crime, but not when your trying to keep a straight face, here there or any other place.

off they go to a lower plane, to there sacred watering space, buffalo and bison and crocodile teeth in liason.

a little late evening chicken wings are eaten, and unbelievers beaten.

this is all I see as I make my way home through the mess, through this poor trace of a poor human race, looking for a parking space, is this not a possesive place?