Nothing But The Ivory

A flowing brick wall dress
Ze’s burning up the sugar with
The cane in hir teeth
Screams out nothing but the ivory

Thinks that the snow comes in other colors
And that you have to pay the weather channel to see
Its all just word frolic, ze seethes
Can what you write build up a raft that doesn’t sink
Wild electric fence stare
Crawling out from liquid nitrogen
Ze finds the beautiful in nothing really there

And in return upon thy wrist
Gaze upon the kings of this

Come forth ze’ll call blinking many an eye from before
The family of fern can catch thе silk and
Blast the lamplight upon their ilk

A flowing brick wall dress
Zе’s burning up the sugar with
The cane in hir teeth
Screams out nothing but the ivory

Speaks in tongues and ears and churnings
Speaks of the angel stricken with eternal cursed yearning
Tearing at hir robes
Dragging hir barren body across the web
Making a mountain from the magma
That pours from stretched pores around it