Back to Sleep • GOD sustain akadion

I wanna crash beside my frog, but he’s like “I’m cooler than thee—

Yeah, dude free-range hoppin’ the yard while I duck out for a p-pee.”

Tongue-leaves a wet smooch on his noggin, he peers up and croaks back at me,

Then I slink back to my bunk-bed tundra, right when I slide Back To Sleep.

Zoom through eyelid movie screens—there he is again, skippin’ with glee,

Flexin’ on a twig-dagger throne, tiny monarch of a minikin tree—

Whisper it low, he’s just soft-hearted solo, stone-mirrored lonely like me,

So I’m clutchin’ that slick blip of frog-jade every time I drift Back To Sleep.

Satin moon rattles like chrome, stars poppin’ glitter-glow gleam,

I’m drift-meltin’ again, back down the chute into that techni-dream,

Where me’n my frog—royal odd-couple—snap the crown, become the extreme,

And we’ll hold that touchdown forever-nights, every time I sink Back To Sleep.

Sky-surfing on cloud duvets, in a strobo-ball neon haze,

Synchronized wiggle-shimmy in a tie-dyed psychedelic daze,

Me and my frog, stuck in that pulsing prism of Endless Grammy days,

Lost and lush in the haze-glaze dolphin-glitch of sneaky turtle maze,

Locked in the trance, bump bump bump… when I stagger Back To Sleep.

I wanna crash beside my frog, but he’s still like “I’m cooler than thee—

Yeah, still free-range hoppin’ that yard while I hush-hush step out to p-pee.”

I splash love-lick across his crown, he cranks those peepers and croaks “hee-hee,”

So I shuffle off to mattress be