Mind of Microfilm Projectors

a sea of, confetti bursting from the tiny mouths of purring, calico cats,
as open caskets, bellow words of consternation, a picture of me, coffee in hand, with
microphones, chalkboards, European post cards, a day in the laundry mat,

the face of the gypsy, wide eyed & expecting as the world is hungry, spending its fate
brilliant neon, colors flash to beats that carry rhythms of the urban demand, and
bmw's, sports cars, 2AM in graveyards,
the planets now
know all
our plans,

in Morocco sands with a gem in his hand,

We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors
I've, got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
You've now got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors

then fog is, breathing and the shadows start to tango to the march of the mend,
Lee moves then, onward up the middle while the night is filled with the alms of the dead , cue
shaded hues, gym clothes, exaggerated metal pose, dizzy from the bakery bread,

With a body, made of magic yearning for mighty, blowing infinite winds,
the sheep is, soaked from top to bottom and the autumn leaves melt in the rain, with
wrestling nights, backyards, science fiction book cards,
the lasting look
of his
sunken frame,

in the Kenyan plains with his blood in my veins

We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors
I've, got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
You've now got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors