I have seen god In the gust of wind Between your thighs. When the air sings In this barren land, I see—Ah! Ah! Ah!
There is a balloon! Such a whimsical Wisp tied behind it. A vibrant globe that is. Colorful, bright, alluring, pure— It flies high above, In the face of a picturesque eden.
And as it rose, And rose, The sky’s color shifted From a classic blue to a salvation red. I saw the balloon simply pop— Ah! Ah! Ah!
Rotten dream I dreamt, Abhorrent moist cigar I saw, Magnificent eden I lost And wore nothing but a cloak After bathing in crystal clear water.