Effusive, Effusion, Allusion

Listen to that festivity! It’ll whisper whisper shout our limeade stories.

On the rooftops, roofdecks — jacks and spades and winning (when not losing) tables,

we’ll dance to this synth something and pray for carbon smudges in the seeping autumn.

I’ll wait near the palais royal(e) (blue).

Watch the curb you extra charming whatever-the-hell; it’ll whip you harder and trip you faster than you ever knew. This funk will flip flop and your heart will drop — deeper. I’ll throw away they key if you want to. But oh! Liar, Liar, pants on dire.

Spill something quickly, you sly devil
Oh these ad hoc addictions in the melted melted something.
I’ll dance on the sidewalk in these canvas soles.
Play me my favorite song, I know you’ve heard it before.
You’ve sung it before you got drunk. Before you disappeared into the brunettes.
You’re howling at the moon, and I’m howling at my broken toe
But there are a lot of things even though you’re asleep
It’s come to this, oh come to this.