KICKIN' THE EARTH

reality bent like a spoon 
i rode a dusty broom 
and danced all night on the moon 
baby youve got pale skin, blue lips and red eyes 
tell me, did you kiss 
the devil on his behind? 
we dance to the ballad 
of the blood in our heads 
and kicked the dirt 
beneath our feet 
going, out 
like stinging bees  
falling, like leaves from the tree 
we were racing, 
on three 
of saturn's rings