Ancient greeks and modern gloves
was never a good combination
the old buddies spread their wisdom
all around the blue constelation
Jumpy hipsters with skinny pants
driving their lifes into selfish hands
magicians and poets full of rhum
leaving their brains on the secret land
Joline ate my fear
the diarrhea ate Joline
Lambs and horses sucking the streets
whores and ladies talking to me
upside down reality over reality
juice of tears will never exist
Joline is sick
I change penicillin
for hope.
Scott Blake
