Ponder trees of distorted fates
Antennae hung heavy with maybes
Drip twisted hatred on gravel façade
God watches and taps at his great keyboard
Synergy twirls and mystery builds
And old movies still rattle the ten pin
Nothing remembers and forgetting decides
History wonders what happened. So do the ice shelves.
Demeaning, venomous, voluptuous verbs
Define leaders that lead from behind. Or follow ahead.
A head spitting tailored zygotes from grizzly painted holes.
Wholeness is frosted with sugary hemlock in the days of giggling death.
Every tongue laps at the same rotten slop trough in the days of giggling death.
Sheepish thugs begging guns for freedom on streets like slithering stone.
Drugs in the shallows and pain in the depths. Caution signs quiet.
Learning from the dead. Teaching regurgitated swill.
I need a wet wipe to cleanse my existence.
Look full at the clock with pockmarked eyes.
If we take one more step, then the blue planet gets it!
Feed me a burger with lies on the side
In the days of giggling death.
In the death of giggling days.
In the giggling death of days.
Giggle. Giggle. Death!