Something different. Very very different in my eyes.
Quite possibly the longest time I've ever worked on something would be for this. It's for the girl I'm crazily in love with. I love you Hannah!
Hope you enjoy some very extensive wordplay and odd things.
The title will be changed as at the moment I have no idea what to call it except this, but it's not staying. Any suggestions?


Bob Dylan's French Kiss

Bob Dylan's french kiss
mixed with plastic soda
and beans.
Drinking solid newspaper jeans; young girl wants
to be inside the scream.

Fade to colour, the scene turns black.
Attack of the bees; honey singing
to the cows.
I want to be your make up girl; we can
sing until the sun blows pearls, said she.

Bubbles blowing the doors of candles;
music flames for our butterflies.
Wear the note and the french kiss
dances from the moonlight
of your tongue.

Restless angels. Love's arrows.
Swing to me again and tangle the breeze.
Butter meets the melt, heat for the present day.
Summer hot babes, but your tongue is born
to rain.

I want to be the shampoo
between your french kiss,
young blood and perfume.
Fresh night moon shining under
the black sweet truth.

Two blue shoes on your last history feet.
Walk on the sun and listen to your heart
beating spots of tragic age
or a sweet voice bless us and we know
the last ride home is you.

And just how so is that?
I'm not denying it lol, just asking why?