Sponge blown song 1
Along the streets the wet sheen of the morning shower varnishes the city block city.
Sparrows hip hop sing
tiny bodies tiny feet
feeding on last nights rubbish now morning morsels
sofly bright sun a milion bangs nudges the undead
sound on ,vision on, a million receptors click
seat belt inhibitors hold the body bag tight
jelly on top control centre starts day shift
thought messages, word mouths ,body mechanics
line up the urges, line up the needs
@neil Furby
