Oak tree

That nineteenth sixties boxing drunken cheeks collapse
An angel drawing in sketches drawn in a place of rigmarole
Educated angels that drew on a pallet of relapse
Whenever the miners faces against the depth of the coal.
This summer of delving upon a cheek snowed upon within an ice scaled
Escaped amongst a scar ridden 50s rockabilly greased back
Heart attack crowed vulture in a hammock rocking between
Two swaying palm trees. cocunuts just because I can claim it's serene
Fuck you and fuck this and fuck youre mother too
This whole hole of a cheese driven ground sound hound
A sniffing after a fox clever son of a bitch
A stich in time saved in time
Blue. You big in trouble the after double
In the biggest baddest after bubble
Breath and relax into trouble in a
Desperate aspexisted oxygen draining
Lung incapacitated
Necks relaxed and big birds all creating
Dead as a do do do as I say
On the relapse of a yesterday and a cello bourgeois wine

A summer day we spread a picnic buttered sand which egg mayo asked mind
So shut the fuck up clothe peg hanging tangling on an oak tree.  And unwind.