Ma Jolie

Rows of condos and birds as helicopters
I had a headache where you left give up something, and it's luke warm blood telephones have eyes to rip our feelings through we're dropping off like guns and flies
Take her down to the river and she will step right over the water but if you take him on down today she will drag you back down to the bottom
Take her down to the river
Full of visuals and half wit harlequins it's full of smiles and laughter we'll **** 'em out like dandelions and your arms are like batteries and your arms are chandeliers bought a ticket to the picture show
I rip down feelings move these walls inside myself
I lost my car keys underneath the palm tress and city lights avert my eyes to move northwest we're dropping off like guns and flies
Take her down to the river and she will step right over the water but if you take him on down to today she will pull you straight into the bottom
Take her down to the river
This is a poem, a combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm. you are a poem, little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image,
Take her down to the river she would step right over the water, and if you take him on down to that goddamn river he would drag you straight down to the bottom.