Imagine Delirium

Imagine Delirium



These mud towers frighten ruffle chip children who bounce

    through bus park hallways and rampant teachers' hives.

Got to get the words outta that drum a beat dissonance

    that's ganging up on Walt's imagination.

Mickey Whitman, you cherry green bastard, who'd ya call

    about those oil stains stained on black on technicolored

    black oil and coughed up dreams?

Color flavored scents function on boat rides' pinstripes

    stretching in and in the candy that rises to the top.

So try not to forget that old Doctor Cartoon, the one on a

    cactus the name escapes and grass eats leaves cause

    only the sun grabs ankles down here.