Honey Bees and Fleas

sleep decay
god and paperbags
cups flooding over
fear for sale

it was nice but now its done.

the sunny peaches and rainbow wastelands
rotted away
a gunship looming heavy on the horizon
bursting at the seams
cut up and banking shape shifts

volcanic vote rigging
you just have to ask
limbs wrapped up in pretty bows

honey bees or contradictions
plates of fleas
and drifting notions...

powder your nose with the stars