The Lion's table

Laying under the sky.

My thoughts go fluttering by,

there's no thunder or lightning,

and I'm wondering why.

the grass is crumbled and dry.

A caterpillar is running to hide,

much too young to die.

before becoming butterfly.

Sun flowers hang heavy.

like the sun on high.

waving in the wind like clothes

strung on a line.

Once upon a time,

there was a wonderful guy.

who gave his life for his people .

and turned his blood into wine,.

left us with instructions.

for becoming divine.

But there's so much seduction.

and we're just too dumb to try...

Um, I'm a, I'm a, I'm A, I'm a, I'm a, I'm A, I'm a.

There is a the the, um, I'm I'm A, I'm A, I'm A, I'm A, I'm A, I'm a.

It's it's it's it's it's it's it's it's it.

Standing proud before the sun!

A feast of all within surveillance!

Jesus intravenous lines hung

From telephone pole crucifix.

Sylvan and Sail ya vista.

separate from the technicolor zebra.

Silver cutlery parallel.

prostate in the shadow of the Leo.

One wheel under the table.

makes this picnic mobile.

A riddle sleeps within the fable .

The answer written on a napkin folded. the crown was passed downward,

not through genetics.

It's a non traditional exchange.

of blood for one's merit.

No subjects in the courtyard.

to celebrate your credit.

Narrowing doorways of perception.

slink into the distance.

the China polished gleaming.

the glass three quarters empty.

There was a funeral for the king.

who was the feline's envie.

All technicolor drained.

It was a rerouted transfusion.

Horizon clear of rain.

And stillness was a silent intrusion.

the red river bore.

Louis Carol's reflection.

blue beneath the surface.

with an artist's impression.