Dees Nuts for the fruits
In smoky dellirium I awake
Squirrel band playing pipes in the distance

A suitcase full
with salesman's samples
of Beaver tails still thrashing in the moonlight

And what the hell was it that
Naked Lunch 12-cast of extras
got paid with, milk, bug powder or theoretical vitamins?

Light streaks of white and red do not stop for me now
The drool is keeping me downtown
I'll ask the nice ofisker for directions home...

Did Dali ever get lost in fresh produce
or did he jump market to railroad
only his pet beaver knows.

Squirrel band plays Spike Jones in the distance...