Bob Dylan's jazz band plays music that would make even the biggest somebody change into more, and a large bunch of littlests at that
Get born
blow their horns in their Broadway bodies
Dream singing in way out sunglasses down Pendulum Road where he kissed the girl in the transparent clothes
It was legendary
She was a sweetheart from someplace where they plow and grow cool girls who hate fur coats
Girls who love Lucille Zora Neale & Rimbaud, strange sweethearts in the full color flesh world, sugar bones with unabashed unabated sunburnt backs dashing this way and that,
All along the hills they sing x-rated songs, forwardly flirty hot shots in sunglasses on the hillside,
Sex symbol scenes or Nimble Sweethearts growing warmer getting going as the sun dips down on the turn
She sears in
She starts purring
She sees us bashful things unlearning & sneezes
(squirting)