1, 2, 3, 4
Meeting behind the iron slim
My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing
Suzie hung up on Joan of Arc (Oh Joan!)
Clad in lace gave me the key to the dark
Scraping the lice from my bed
I sussed we were teleported into his head
A wormy blood train expected our feet
But I cradled Suzie's head in my lap
And fitted the scales to her gap
And let her off the astral plane
Sculpting her features in flesh
Her Alice eyes scanned the mythical scene
And rose on the Venice snake train
And prayed to his Bastille sky
Praying the driver was a cancer growth cell
His words were just recorded tapes of hell
He left us in a room of faded scrolls
In a window wall we saw a good thought chain
That mapped into a portion of his brain
Was a whitish throwback to the green Amazon leech
It was interlocked between his angel eyes
Which were bleached transparent
His marble lips were paralyzed
We run and swum knee deep in plasma
The cello stairs reduced in size
That sunken landscape eclipsed into
A pair of blue Tasmanian eyes
Seensegoff then became a midget
Scratching out a poem rhyme
Kneeling in a nook without a body
Listening to my mental sea
Suzie sat behind some loose flesh
Her pirate thoughts were both young and old
Reduced to worm blood clotted rings
She held me near, she felt the cold
We run just like young fawns
And me, I fought a great worm
Sent to taste my jaguar feet
And I used his skin to make my wings begin
Then I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus
And flew us above some uncooked meat
A plastic hook pierced through my instep
I flew too near his Brutus heart
But Suzie hipped to all the future
Played the Victorian hair whip part
With my bust leg and rusty head
And Suzie in her Hippolyta dream
I brandished my breathing machete
While Seensegoff prepared his gorgon machine
Which flew out from his eyelid island
His Vulcan teeth in a hydra spray
Its scaly tongue claws ripping rainbows
It moved its cave lips, it was a moomin
It'd make a sound it seemed to say
"Keep cool, the setting sun is yours
I see your youth the aura's bright
Expel your tears and jungle fears
I'm here, it's gonna be alright"
Then as Seensegoff screamed we charlatan hail
Quicksilver from black to grey
Then the gorgon moved, the lizard died
And was transformed into creasan dust
And from the sand was born a black horned storm
With a charger and a spear
And as he moved his limbs the legend shaft
Sliced Seensegoff from ear to ear
