In The Snow

My mates have all gone married now

Off living in a kindred cloud

I'm not that kind

They cuddle up with kitten's bone

They puddle in their beds at home

I still can't find

Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward

Do you want to come with me

Do you want to come

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now

I check my stupid phone again

No matter that it's 4 am

It burns my eyes

A spotlight born to shine at night

Come what may it always might

Burn so bright

Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward

Do you want to comе with me

Do you want to come

And I'll take my timе

And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo

Roll over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo

Hold over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

High waisted she tasted like a salacious confrontation salvation

From the salivating demarcation

Of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation

Her milk framed and rose satin

Untamed by the silk

That framed her Manhattan trap door

Which became duly unbattened

She's Latin

Out cattin'

Does everything that feels so nice

Come with an inverted price?

I still don't know

The ball is clearly in my court

And I am happy to report

It's moving slow

Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward

Do you want to come with me

Do you want to come

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo

Roll over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo

Hold over, roll over

Of the humbling Colombian

Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin

The summer wind, we crumble some

The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubble gum

Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us

The mellow tangelo is jealous

For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show

She said: Hell no

The cock bottom temple varies like Autumn

Lights soft the cost

The Fibonacci lost her sauce

Into the last remaining hostage boss

Sweet toss

Now I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative

Repetitive

An uncredited she comes

Well-vetted

Gracefully and studied

Blue steadiness

The wrath the math

The not yet fractured tabernacle

Of the Basil Rathbone

And the last disaster casting

Impassible laughter

Blocks my path

Blue chaff, blue chaff, blue chaff