Covering, smothering your land like a shroud;
sneakily, silently, making not a sound.
Don't panic, don't hide, don't try to disappear,
don't even try to flee - it is of no use, my dear.
Ghostly, ethereal, otherworldly, unholy;
there can't be light without darkness - THIS was His folly.

So hearken! Ye holymen!
Hearken! Ye sinners!
Hearken! Ye losers!
Hearken! Ye winners!
Hark now here, beings of white, black and red:
where do you run to when Earth wants you dead. . .?

cant

think of it now


as you lay

in dusty
mist

and mountains surround your head
like a

granular headset.


prying these eyes open in the morning


is a wonderful dream
when you have money to waste,

mostly your stockings are still wet from the juice on the counter.

haven't smiled in 2 years.

laughter is just laughable at this point.


dave is your ***** and I knew it all along--

but I still sit at your altar when you pray to other holymen.


am running on steam,


and am slowly losing my cool.

COOL.

cool

cool


cool.



houdini never needed a crowd
just
the attention