Sibylline

On The Evening, On That Evening

Call me sibylline, fallling down with a going back to the country dream.

I’m a sucker for those sierra scenes, from reality I’m cutup and I’m fleeing.

On The Evening, On That Evening

Call me parsimonious, Yet I prefer The Funk of Monk Thelonious, and the harmonious, hands of “That’s Berry!” music, In my fair fair whip, This ritualistic bitch, goes back to middle of the states In a way so ceremonious. I used to be on lunch as an associate. Vacation I’m needing

But I being a voluptuary With Holst again against the motions of the dipping birds and the east bound truckers, will always be a sucker for

Rockabilly, R&B, Jazz, Latin, I was speeding

From Gustav Holst I had to switch, I was feeling naughty with a ready stare

With A large west bound course, I had the twitch, and had no planet disapproving fear.

My fluctuating 5 finger wiggle, changed To the British Teddy Bear Station

And Rockin And Rollin, again I was with my 2 wide eyes which looked brand new amazing

My very educated mother just served us nachos

My very educated mother must’ve served me nachos

The Nonplus look of the planets onto me was this driver got to go.

On The Evening

My Rock and roll tunes were erroneous.

The new moon, Jupiter, Mars, Neptune, Uranus, etcetera, looked at me in a way so odious

Go With The Wind

Next Stop Is Tito Puente In the Cabin

Mars Went Laughin

He had a hunch of what I was doing next, he had a mysterious grin.

- Avalon Dakota

- 7/28/24

- 12:14pm

- 12:23pm

Sibylline