Remember that time when we were
showing off our mental telepath fashions at the cheaters retreat
so that all the ladies' pacemakers would skip a couple beats?
...And how the ladies would half-pounce over their
sewing kits and into the arms of their half-senile men?

You must remember the time that you
were sleeping on the sofa and I awoke you to say that,
"I am still in love with Emily Kane"
...And how you were so releived
that our shared social burden had surrendered
to a living so loveless and vain.

Together we decided to forgive
the grayscale effects of loneliness. We embraced our
independent comforts and we condemned our inner want.
... And how you wanted yourself
like I wanted yourself and how you were free
of my hysterical haunt.

theyre passing out passion rations
at the ancient claymation station
like telepath baptist fashions
were coming into style

I read about this invasion in Revelations
where they condemned creation
and went on vacation
to the river that runs through Hell



You're gonna look up to the heavens
and see a red moon

I dreamt that on my honeymoon
it wasnt honey at all-- it was red
When i finally took my eyes off the crimson heavens
my new bride was nothing but dead.

celeste was growing young when
her brother became an infant
she didnt wanna see him go
back into her madre's womb

her song was reverse sung when
innocence came back in an instant
grandma remembered to sew
and grandpa walked out of his tomb.

child became her body
and weak became her hands
she started erasing old drawings
with a crayola crayon

...broken seadrum calls and old abandoned aeroplanes, unbalanced eardrum circuits and faithful allergins...


.... shamed monday wishes and hightened blasphemy, tuesday hotel mirrors optimistic...

it was something hidden away in the details.
"PULL yourself OUT!" same old mirror proclaimation.

...something in me still swears it was that caffiene, my other 99 percent just quit smoke forever....