In your Dreams

 

Sant too luud siia – Santa Lucia Estonian auditory pun on Bring your Saint to broom the sculldugger.

I

Tacit in the fans attic shop or lift, crop or grift;

then people like lost soles, whores can't unfuck.

Walked ado many miles blues blaargh on drift;

as the car flickers on static compulsion riffs.

Check the Mike, is there some problems with Buck –

in your dreams, are all so grand, while lucid they duck.

Donald for the Papers, Ronald for the drapers swift.

II

Weasley or Potter – what's the difference to sully;

the final version, additions sedition, subtracted?

When words but omniscient revisions of sultry

moods, what came to pass your cairn and kiln fired.

In your dreams, playing body-double with infracted:

Your shadow made a curtain call, rainchecked fact!

Bring me your Saint, the broom shall dugger a Scully...

III

Silencers groan full stop, emotes remote the antlers;

Men can't be the Masters of the Universe vs Femme banale.

The Mortal Combat of Martian Manners, manholed in anthems;

Mortician's Morgana Immortal for the cordial L'Oreal conned hams.

Monkey has to paw, and kitten has to meow, as Ravens Koh raw;

mounting the hares to hat-trick cool dares, who cares: Sokka-Pow!

Walking out of the way, greenmiled to Californication trams.

IV

Ice Cube or Ice T, smells like Gasoline, worshipped by Avecyn;

then jokers and court-Hesters burn down the Library of Iskender.

Arteficial our Intelligence, sculpted to fit some needs for Syne;

double Scottish or triple Irish on the single malt Whisky grin.

In your dreams, then your deeds don't come to parlez vouz deer –

no Mogil David nor seven pointed star can GoTh your veneer!

Psychopath want to Gay your curtailed sciences, compliance whim!

V

Molested on molasses, the minds cuirasses sassy their glasses;

to look up on the former singer turned Rogue Lord of fliers.

Batteries low, the knuckle bar blows, attention spans trespasses;

melodic in the symphonic orchestrated mnemonic hashes.

Tagging the toes of Jacobs and covert angels coming downers;

robo-tripping the no AI in Aischylos and Zentai Piezers.

The fuck do they know, who row the boat down French Masses!