Just because the night was dark...

Just because the night was dark it doesn't mean that eyes can't see, the wasp-nest hairdo, the stinging tail, the Orlando snail in the frog- spawn pail. Third-gear mustache, break-peddle hologram, she hitched her skirt and hitched a ride. The night was snarling, the moon was misty, they rode the road through the rocks of hell. Four string pentagram, the eyes of Horus, they stopped off at Henry's Hourglass. The night was juicy, the hour was roxy, they loved like moonbeams on the run from the sun. The night was a quark, the daylight a skylark, love was the answer without a question...

Words by Trev Teasdel