Boom bom, boom bom, boom bom,

Jank a tankle

Boom bom jank a tankle

Boom bom…boom bom…

Boom, boom

Jank a rat-a-tat tankle jing-a-sway

Boom bom jank a rat-a-tat tankle

(boom boom)

Jing-a-sway

He says when I move, I move to the sound

Of cautious tambourines and rapacious

Drums, drones that rebirth old souls

With ancient architecture and spiritual joneses

Like a boom jank a tank.

My curves are deep valleys

With grooves that sharpen minds.

Boom jank a tank

Boom, boom

Jank a rat-a-tat tankle jing jing-a-sway

He calls me to bed

To sleep in dark firm sand dunes,

Slick oceans of moist desert valley,

Ridges with steep drops

And rounded plateaus.

Simon says that I’m beautiful

Like Venus de Milo and savagely kind

Like natives off some rocky Atlantic coastline.

A thousand soldiers man my borders

And he is the only one (with the key to the city) who can enter the city.

This room is empty like the surface of a vast moon,

But copper eyes see a lighted tent in a darkened

Galaxy, surrounded by brush and sand that spans

Many miles of black desert.

He says when I move, I move to the sound

Of cautious tambourines and rapacious

Drums, drones that rebirth old souls

With ancient architecture and spiritual joneses

Like a boom jank a tank.

My curves are deep valleys

With grooves that sharpen minds.

Boom jank a tank

Boom, boom

Jank a rat-a-tat tankle jing jing-a-sway

Brilliant corals and sponges change the mood.

Tinkle tat a tat tisk tisk

It is the landscape of each new corridor

In his world,

The Seminole winds

Create dimples in time

And wrinkles in the oceans.

The folds of my heart

Bleed brilliant reds

From the crowded shroud

Of colorful nights

Boom bom, boom bom, boom bom,

Jank a tankle

Boom bom jank a tankle

Boom bom…boom bom…

Boom, boom

Jank a rat-a-tat tankle jing-a-sway

Boom bom jank a rat-a-tat tankle

(boom boom)

Jing-a-sway