Nick Zazove - Dry Cycle

Little ocean blue, sing
My own life
Little ocean blue, you
Hug me so tight
Little ocean blue, soon
I'll kiss you right

I'm an ocean bluebird
My sick disguise
In the ocean-blue, surf
Until I die
Kissed the ocean-blue turf
Those graves are mine

With the Earth, with the fauna
I converse into a trend
Much too simple just to end
Too complex to make amends
You can see me now you can't
To the bottom I repent
Glib as human sans a God
To the bottom I will spend
Ink for profit like a sponge
Ink for knowledge on the run
Ink for body on your tongue
Ink for yonder - just for fun
Stuck feeling blue, from the sky to your Narcissus
I build a fort and rely on these darts. I'm a paddler
Breaking the surface like crayons at the tavern
Won't color the smell of a childhood sadness
I'll never escape. Ever-relate to a
Heavenous gate. Strut like a hound
To the blood of a stain on my paper mache
Cowl for ritual's sake. Break

Little ocean blue, sing

Written by:
Nicholas Zazove

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