Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs, Wonderful
brown man nose like a seahawk. Musing the sea in
harmony, With the sky and the wine sun that owns
you. Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
Twitching my hair with the dance of their good
feet. A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey, Anil washed
me with oils from Narnia. Some cloudy heart blood,
wept in the mud, Near the corpse of our splendid
friend hero. His tattered head bent like a
willow-tree tent, And his ebony surf eyes leaked
water.
brown man nose like a seahawk. Musing the sea in
harmony, With the sky and the wine sun that owns
you. Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
Twitching my hair with the dance of their good
feet. A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey, Anil washed
me with oils from Narnia. Some cloudy heart blood,
wept in the mud, Near the corpse of our splendid
friend hero. His tattered head bent like a
willow-tree tent, And his ebony surf eyes leaked
water.