The sunlight blinks a pattern,

Like seven,

four,

seven...


And Dexter Daddy plays the horn,
Up on Roxbury Drive where

Rustling palms

touch

Heaven


And the tiger lillies shiver.

The Pacific Ocean beats demands,

And gulls

cry

hallelujah


While picking at Cliffhouse bones.
The cold wind moans bequests

Asks 'Be

my

Elijah'


And the tiger lillies shiver.

Rolling, dusty hills alight

The smoke

becomes

rivers,


Just like the one Ella didn't cry.
The dreams stay like acid in my mouth,

And eye

like

slivers,


As the tiger lillies shiver.

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