I wish I could ride the electric diamond,
Soul searching for a greater cream,
Emerald longings for sparkling desires,
Should I feel sane?
The white wall tiger lightning,
Shines out like Christmas chromium,
Bubble balls float in viscous molten glass,
Ride child ride.
Green liquid ruby jewels glow like firebirds,
Arcing across the everlasting pool like stars,
Trails of red orange sugar spill out from behind,
Like aqueous gold.
Run through this menagerie of heaving sighs,
To paint a smile on the cold female visage,
That runs like orange county amber,
Down her rose quartz breast.