Admittedly,
the company
proved over-ambitious
as it
deteriorated

Fire, fire
Burning bright
In your eyes
In my soul.

Fire, fire
Forever flaming
In my eyes
In your soul.

I've survived this long, so long
It can't all just end now
I didn't stay alive for it to be
The end of the ******* world.
But neither you or I can do much else
To save our simple souls
So we'll lie in the grass to death
With Betelgeuse and Mars.
I have a treasure map under my hat
I wonder where it leads
But now I guess we'll never know
So we spin a sorry tale
Of the mudlarks and the moonbeams.

did you hear the murderous yell
when they announced
"there's a dead girl in the pool!"
did it make you shiver, make you squirm
did you watch her mother weep?
did you see the unbearable
blood, pulsing out
streaming from her eyes?
her new Chanel dress
blossoming orange now
as she lay perfect in the pool.
do you wish that she was you?
you're the one who put that
poor girl there-

The dead girl in the pool.

the
sincere
perfection
of
love
and
confidence

Although I'm howling in exhilaration
And despair and excitement
The world continues with
Hardly a sigh.
Perhaps grains of sand shifted
Or maybe clouds died
And the waves stop for a moment
To undo their lies.
But the rest of the world
Continues with hardly a sigh.

It's never quiet by the sea.
There's always something
Always something, always

Something.
Never nothing.

The silent something carries
A boat perhaps to shore
You wave, I check behind me but
The something swallows you whole
Before I can cry for help.

Goodbye, sweet
Stranger.

parodies
outlived
the
almost poet,