Za's Stair - Jennifer Island

There's streaks of my hand
On Jennifer Island
In far-reaching bistros
All the lavender DJs
Are calling Lanny Mephisto

In frost-covered town squares
In cubbyholes downstairs
Her sun lamp is shining
I think she is smiling
Come to Jennifer Island

With bitumen footprints
Across all the newsprints
It's coming from dry land
A storm made of old sand
Rakes Jennifer Island

Plot every matrix
Waddle through fjords
Barmy, apoplectic
Marvel of discord
Jennifer Island

Plot every matrix
Wander through fjords
Barmy, apoplectic
Marvel of discord
Jennifer Island

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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