We were sleeping in our sleeping bags as a noise like a finger snap did wake us and break our dreams into shreds and someone did shout: "This is the night the heater went out!" And no time was wasted, it was a riot in fact everybody was leaving not leaving the place intact the curtains blackened and there were screams and tears and hours of horrors all inside seconds and apocalyptic schemes were suspected in every can of canned beans there were prophets and saviors falling from the ceiling 2 for every human being shouting madly: "The heater needs healing!" But no one was listening because the terror was whisteling and walking very casually with his hands in his pockets ripping the copper wires out of every socket there were trains of doom at the station and a man with a silver harpoon did ask for your ticket and if you didn't have one,the handcuffs clicked and clacked and out-clocked the time that made sense There were houses in flames and extended familys were just moving in and the undead were asking the living: "Where have you been, i was worried sick, now go ahead and die, i want you at home before sundown kid!" the tv's were glaring and swearing "******* humanity, look what we found! it is, yes, a heater and god the almighty, it went out!" and evil thoughts went through your head like swarms of bats that flap their wings blindely bounce of the walls and fall like leaves fall in fall and only this one lonely boy, kept dribbling his basketball in the schools abandoned gymnastic hall getting his kicks from the imagened ghost cheerleader chicks who were dumb, dead and gone like weak old twiggs on a tree when a heavy wind blows on And the lions escaped from the local zoo and were keen to know what it would be like, to drink coffe from your cup and take a bath inside your bathtub and take your girlfriend to latest movie about cleopatra in the next drive-in theatre and the skip of a heartbeat was the longest unit to measure and your in the mist of mystery lost love was a grain of sand and even lesser and you couldn't prove gravity with the fall of an apple it would float right up, explode into razorblades that would settle into the boiling water inside of your kettle and the shocking shopping malls were selling shock-collars and chopping knifes and socks for the afterlife And under your homes paranoid roof you found goofs doing spoofs to proof how bad you could rhyme and they would always leave but never in time the icecapes were melting like a single raindrop in hell so that the turtles would jump right out of their shell and fly like cannonballs that are as fast as no one could tell and the bees were humming but only bluenotes taking the honey and also your money thinking it's funny the highways were lowdown and the deepsea was wadeable and your one and only favorite thrill would knock you right back and make you ill your favorite song would disappear in the cracks of your ceiling and would leave you with only one feeling none feeling and your favorite word in your favorite sentence of you favorite book would jump right of your hook ending up in the water getting cought by a trout that would finally end up inside a whales mouth "why bother" you say to yourself, but you feel like a ghost "why bother" you say and those two words bother you the most it was the heat of the moment the beat of a fear that is still unexplained that made the heater a mountain of all that you dread in your head, hands and heart and now we shall part...