Oddly tight on a crescent moon
Young children dance under water
With tiny white petals of light they all spin
Red velvet sun makes a cool breeze hotter

Diamonds and monkeys all sit in a row
Eating chocolate pudding with Marilyn Monroe
The cigarettes puff
The children are stuffed
And I sometimes feel I should go

Taking flight, key on kite
I stack and pack the lamb
Wishing fish, missed a kiss
But know just who I am

Lost campsite, dead of night
I dream hitch with my thumb
Reaching out to touch your lips
I taste the sweetest rum

© 2/3/1998
William Grant Preston