Impatient youths of the sun Burning with many colours Flick combs through hair In bathroom mirrors Fucking with fusion and fashion Dance in the beams of emerald lasers Mating on suburban duvets Cum splattered nuclear breeders What a time that was.
The drip ticks out the seconds, the source of a stream along which the minutes flow, to join the river of hours, the sea of years and the timeless ocean.