Dayn Schulman

Spell

To tell me of your spell
and try to spell it out to me like it was hell,
At the Shell Station,
yelling out to pump more into
the caR,
a-zooming, and aiming
for all I know,
there is nothing,
go to work, hate jerks,
start a joke,
junklisiness.....
so some guy, takes some
junk and decides that,
well, well, well,
that word,
never, ever
have ever wanted to, what is it?
Truncation, then some,
undone, far from really
sung, son,
tell you son, the Sun
is worth studying cause the
classes that you take are usually,
about educating slightly
of the hand, step out
on to the sand, and I got an
outstanding delivery
I want to change deliberately
blue bellies from
R.H. Dana aplenty
subconscious effects
on us, until, well well well,
becomes, became, was once
evergreen-ocean constructs
the backdroup, oh, don't make it all stop,
Props in the basement,
started to crave
the light of day,
so they became,
changing all the way,
stay, staying
together all on board,
except for
those we lost along
the way, the feeling never really
feels finished.

Tomorrow, together
we'll be the same,
trying to change,
and driving all the while.

 

 

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