Imagine It

Throw it inside your friend's head

No caffeine pills on prescription

Just you and simple mud that you've tracked in there

What slips between the creases

Could easily fool or bamboozle you

The oriental rock of the colonialist

Stolen out from under his big brass desk

For a street parade to the community college

Or a magic carpet ride on Broad Street

If you can imagine it, imagine it

Burning the midnight oil

So fierce it's trucked in the lap of the powerful

Maybe that's part of your resource

And just as nervous, she's demure as milk

Blank as a bamboo casket

She's a basket of good will

Two red brows, two proud rows

The talking breakfast full of shit blues

The detail's what you lose

In the Peking sunset

To which we pitch our trash dreams

And our friends sit back, zip by

Abiding the only practice with traditious sounds

Or the psychopath among us

Like a serendipis with anti-fashion

A rainbow quilt frayed around the edges is charismatic

Got grease on my hand like Arab oil

Plants my seeds in arid soil

Give me some frown in my terrible toil

But I'll look after you

I'll look after you

If you can imagine it, imagine it