I don't know what to say
Except that things are changing
All too well

We are not the people who once cried over ridges in our skin
We are not the same fools
I am not the person who karate chopped the head off the snowman
I am not he who is long gone

Too many flies buzzing in my head
Can't get myself to bed
Am I better off dreaming?
Am I better off dead?
Cease your breathing
And rise

Rise up to the forbidden
Reveal what you have hidden
And find what you have within
That lovely soul of yours

CRASH
              BAM
                       CRUNCH
                                         BOOM
                                                      SPLAT.­
My heart spasms on the table
Beside the silver and behind the fish
Serving up not a stew but
An invitation
A solemn mockery of it all
Why shouldn't you
         Do me a favor and
         Toss it out with the evening trash
Awaken me the next morning?

We don't tolerate trouble here.