Nimble Candle 

Jumping candles not all Jack did

Nimble candles, jumping quick

Predicting the nightmares

Frosting street, silencing night 

Battling with the blood kings men 

Never a boring day or night be for Jack 


Along the soft lines innocence
Made gentle clouds whisper lightning
Sparked instead of madmen rotting

Milk from ether dipped in metaphoric honey
Circular resonance drumming up a dusty gall
Answering moist noises in petroleum ounces

Blotting papers burned in psychiatric haze
Electric guitar shouts a storms last
Hard blind travel instance

Minor keys flooding cows ears
Wasps hatching, spinning, eating
Heat warming but it’s just a newsman on acid, don’t you know