veneer

<br>Thirteen miles on 31 are drying <br>all along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade <br><br>Thirteen miles on 31 are drying <br>the sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten drops of finger-paints <br>puddle jumping children clad in yellow raincoats splash the deeper purple of <br>veneer <br><br>Rows and rows of animals, their shiver skin is painted different shades <br>and from grazing tainted grass their teeth are stained the incandescent green <br>indifferent they watch the rainfall steady blend their spots and run their <br>stripes of veneer <br><br>lovely ladies strip themselves of furs the winds require <br>lovely ladies bathe themselves in technicolor mire <br>lovely gentlemen <br><br>At 85 on 31 i`m flying <br>flying