K-Hole

Tiny spirits in a k-hole Bloated like soggy cereal God will come and wash away Our tattoos and all the cocaine And all of the aborted babies Will turn into little bambies Wounded river push along Searching for that desert song And Mozart's requiem will play On tiny speakers made of clay Tell my mother that I love her Martin Luther, you're an angel Charming monkey, saunter swagger Drunken donkey, limbs disjointed Your chest is a petting zoo Mexican pony, fucked up shoes I dreamt one thousand basketball courts Nothing holier than sports Dragonfly, kiss your tail Precious robot, built so frail Universe of milk and ember Your hot kiss in mid-December What's God's name? I can't remember Through the crack eye lovely weather Through the crack eye lovely weather