Beans Dancing the Conga

The tree lies in the grave shallow
Cars sun in the parking lot always
Burning never tanning
Open cans in my shoes dance
a cocaine induced ballet
Can the orange ride a bike
in blue jeans while singing?

Bleach stained dogs meow
At passing bums on trains
Of straw bales shivering
In the heat of summers juice
A flea screams rock and roll
In perfect pitch
With bombs over London
Playing the bagpipes
Can you hear Amazing Grace?

The grass on the roof
Needs mown sunday
Else church will let out early
The sheaves of winter
Hang heavy on ears
Of apple bunches in earnest
The days flow backwards
When the nights run marathons
Of drunken revelry
A DUI earns you an office
In Congress