Screamers For Phlyses

Phillips

She was cleaning her house

When a temple souse

Came knocking at her purple door

Saying wait right here

Cause the cycle's near

And we can communicate some more

And the very last session

Gives a good impression

Of the things that are to come

Like a laser beam rays

And Confucius says

On earth thy will be done

And like an ion sun

You're on the run

And capable of causing fun, summer sun

Now old King Kong

Is a merry old song

And it goes on the twenty-three hour

And like a diamond is ice

With pale fire thrice

And you've gained your gentle powers

And a kiss to the mind

Like lacquer thinned

To emulate a fine violin

Brings a silent range to your subtle change

Or more commonly yclept being

And your double track sphere

Is uncommonly clear

And it outshines all the seas and all the seething

And spun gold hair

Is your common flair

For covering what makes your art

And a small detail

Is a billowing sail

And you've just begun to start

And an elephant book

Is but one outlook

Yet it lacks not a thing in size

And the etiquette of grass

Will have to last

And we'll save it for the very last prize

And the utilization

Makes a unified nation

We may see it with our very own eyes, very own eyes

And the vestiges of an air hammer

Received with the coming light

And the moon wanes

Over the looming crags

With its silver bluish light

She came with the grace of an angel here

And her melting doelike eyes

In her velvet dress

Like the soul she is

As open as the starry skies

And we made love in the morning

With the red sky dawning

And our souls merging into one

And the olive trees

Had a gentle breeze

When she took her silent leave

We made love in the morning

With the red sky dawning

And our souls merging into one

And the olive trees

Had a lovely breeze

When she took her silent leave

And then was gone