Glass flower, look at pink mercury
There are pink alligators there
They live in wasteland. We say
One day for fuel we'll run into that dam
And on fumes of burnt rubber bands
Build our marching band there
For a kind of genius civilization
Running on different time and sustenance found
So rare in this blue terrestrial:
Where, we, with sulphur face
In termite palaces, demand
For the far-stride that can redeem
Our complexes without staining our winter shocks
Times in Nerverlea
Every debris falls to stew in the sewers
Useless, useless, useless Cardboard Box
We thought we'd see you in the sewer's pit
We thought leopard craters had left you
To find a way on your own; slithering to dump bags
On good luck strokes and a short-lived fire-tail
And we thought your copper tint had bent
To the heat as your medallion diminished
And melted-----
Losing all its degree
To the ripples that send shivers off the brain
Times in Nerverlea
Every debris falls to stew in the sewers
And my old, old, old clothe Hanger
Napping in my draughty room
It's have-fun and no contest
But someday this contract will run out:
Off your tool; and you'll be of my no use --
Go wherever you like
Go to Saffron Jupiter or Pink Mercury
