Lioncourt's Holiday

There’s something supernatural in the wind’s sound palette today.

Sam & Dean can wait another day; there’s a new Ace that’s learning how to play.

A 2-way animal crossing here to stay.

Down the lane of sawgrass, where two golf clubs swing the past around in a newfound corner of crown glass.

I might be a little arrogant, but at least I’m aware of it.

A little armadillo meeting a red sun on rider’s court. Storms destroying bandit forts!

Miyagi’s first martial art lesson.

A mirage in mileage when you’re possessed in a stylish frozen hawk exiting Roswell.

The aliens are us; can’t you tell?

Oxtail gospel shared with anointed fossils. An apostrophe apostle being docile yet audible.

Lucifer is human & so are we.

Spitting out subtle energies of hidden tendencies created with friends & enemies!

Spring suns setting over an Egyptian thunder drive. Forty-five deprived archives left to thrive in dives.

I loved them all but oh well.

There’s a hidden spell that dwells in bells ringed by what devil’s sell.

The crimson chin whipping whooping cranes down eagle canyon in the city of sin.

There’s nothing to lose & there’s nothing left to win.

Switching masks & capes; one day I’ll fly away.

Buffalo soldiers armed to the teeth until doomsday...

To be happy means that somebody ain’t.

Sinners & Saints reacquaint in fresh coats of crab apple paint!

Lying drunk in a Royal Street alley; hiding from federales...

I know my days are numbered.

Wrapped in an indigo tie for stage fright finales, with love unencumbered.