Persimmon
Some orange thing this lust this tree
This cold uncalculated being free
And when the old are serving new
We’ve had a taste of loving true
I
Think
That
The
Best
Is
Coming
In
Miami
Or
Here
So
When the oldest dogs are dying
The solemn calculate their years
As if they’d lived by sevens
To quick allay their growing fears
If
We
Just
Had
A
Sense
Of
Calm
We
Would
Be
So the man is left in trembling awe
In wholesome uncleared sexy three
And loved up redness making tea
Come make some tea with humbly me
If
We
Had
A
Truce
The
Kind
In
Us
Would
Bark
And manic man is gnawing here
And can the complicit see the fear
Make stupor lie and fervence peer
Come love come come and make love here
