Ketchup Rainbow

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝓂𝓎 weary weeping willow withers
Golden snappy songs of many sappy tethers
Trigger happy finger now blasts a purple line
This glow, that blow, them skin a-parallel shine
Yonder fire burns cold oh don’t you see!
They’re but flaming an effin' effigy of me
Mush — mould — rust; rinse me an opaline cry
This bankrupt machine now painfully dry
Steamy dreamy nights once singed and tore
Sly dry satin on rye — cry please please more
I’m burnt I’m spent I’m serially drained
Darkly rain-drenched-soul now royally maimed
Where once looped many a neon punky laughter
Powdered crowd now gather for tonight’s slaughter
Wide eyes, hunch, kneel, lust at billion starlight
Late night blood milk honey off jasmines tight
Spark a fly — quick! — let your engine burn
After-hour saints grow horns and sinners turn
Balefire rise from bellies of tongues forked
Sealed lip shadows of many a soul tortured
Whisper softly by Dover’s edge, like rats they fall
Spit a tetchy pithy tale of senseless bawl
Come and cease this acid rain my willow’s dead
As hosanna fade this dead sky turns blood red
Rock a post paper boat upon this ketchup rainbow
Prick it mad till it rains in Sunday afterglow.