Making the best of a rotten situation
When the going gets hot
Don't go away I'm on fire
Self immolation drills
Paying off in spades and thrills

I Like walking with you slowly round at night...where dim, yellow-green, floating mercury vapor spotlight tunnels form randomly across the loosley manicured grounds
"Seems  that some here have formed a cohesive shared opinion...uhh.. individually, uh, that you're not very good company, mime."
"i was thinking i could ask you, but...mimes are mute right?"
"Aahh; no matter.
a story i know instead perhaps"?
"As this"?

Fill the earth
Full of filth
Fill bags and boxes
Full of death
New world burning
light up the sky
Push it on back
Demolish
Destroy

When does it end?
Never so far
Forever free or imprisoned in
Black space and stars
Returning forever
Remember the wheel?
And this house full of monkeys?
this round house is ******* bizarre

Where
"The forgetting"
Is a lie,
And escape is laughable.
Stuck here and out of gas
Like a dead-letter postcard to ourselves
Dated and sent from some parlour-trick fantasy future
Where the switch-up is almost, nearly like dying
but it's  happy hour
and real death is a two for...

Do your best to remember
This day
for the endless eons that follow
When the new morning calls
It's the one thing we can do for Ourselves
One another
For us all.
carry the weight of your memories with you. Study them and commit them together
two convict souls
strangers to each other
a life, then real death sentence
pronounced
they slide out for real
done, if they like,
and quite unnoticed