Slmilk

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