known to postpone
we left our bodies decoded
somewhere sometime this side of neptune
and thrown so-so
i'll be your UFO
you'll make my eyes explode or something tantamount to
so go
lay low
lead lines
like Maginot
here here but only passing through
a glow
you know
a smokey tableau
although the WTO's van Goghs have fell through the roof
into a cemetar-
chalk full of millionaires
too flush to forge a signature tune
they sing pray prepare
beware of questionnaires
repaired to deepdownstairs
dig-dug an oil tycoon who was an oil tycoon's tycoon