Snaileyed

Like coffee stained dreams
He licks life as if gold lives in his boot
He thinks about the yellow frowns and the sided sounds
With her lips straight sideways
Words drip down her sour blouse
And the glimpse of the liquid hours dissolve
Like the potion under my rubber tongue
As I look at her a way
The pasty grass and foaming smiles spell
Snaileyed girl...
Time is ours