Down in the dreams
where elephants screams
and an uncle has got your toes.

If he shakes and drools
better get out your tools
and show him how it goes.

The oil pumps thump
like the heart of a punk
only he’s on his back.

If the girl is pink, tan
or yellow, don’t tell her
she ran of track.

Under the tallow
where seahorses gallop
light a flame with her name.

Pray the waves wash
the flood of dust, the cloud
of moon, the horizontal rain.

Winds gambade the brain,
she or he swims or flies.
Moths have effects.