Sidewinder Blue

It was the premonition of room 101.
The road to Salina just north of Buffalo run.

A narrow passage between two pines.
Near the entrance to Bush Whackers tree line.

Just a postman, a point on the plane of dust.
Around the cleft of the first white locust.
It's not a land of hocus pocus.
Ya just have to focus your nodus.

At the picnic table sits the taxi mano.
Another charmer with his own nagamo.

Five point palmettos for sale, he says.
Guaranteed gargantuan death rays in his head.

Well, yucky gee, a rainbow rims the misty RA.
A lonely phone call beneath Ice Station Zebra.

Just a postman, a point on the plane of dust.
Around the cleft of the first white locust.
It's not a land of hocus pocus.
Ya just have to focus your nodus.

Four year old yearlings with no fish.
G and T and no console between the list.

Her 64 thousand dollars of bull and bud was Braking my brother's heart with Pau Mai mud. Envy gets in your face, do you dare? The witch will hang a blind man with golden hair. Just a postman, a point on the plane of dust. Around the cleft of the first white locust. It's not a land of hocus pocus. Ya just have to focus your nodus. Black Mamba she was, the eb in the be. Disco deathhead in roomy 1220, the temple bri..de. Be the Beeb, sinc the blue sidewinders. The strip used to be blue, can't find her. Calf in the fornia, no question on her fate. We be leaving, exploding heart rate.

Just a postman, a point on the plane of dust.
Around the cleft of the first white locust.
It's not a land of hocus pocus.
Ya just have to focus your nodus.

R. Mark Sink
back up band: cookie monsters and the count draculas