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we breathe into air
a mirage of the soul as
fog exits the mouth.
fog exits the mouth
dissolves into the noon hour
lapped by dogday tongues
lapped by dogday tongues,
slobbered by wakened stars, one
figment of our space.
figment of our space
ray of exploding seasons,
chaos wrapped order.
chaos wrapped order,
a package glinting in eyes
of probing children.
Fog exists the mouth
Your words blanket me, but come
Morning my head clears
drat!
Sorry, that's actually my fault. Didn't think anyone was around.
morning. my head clears,
the revolving pit of my
stomach is steadied.
Stomach is steadied
but anxiety still reels
swiftly through my core.
Swiftly through my core
Fear burns a path to my soul
Icy hands grip me
Icy hands grip me
I turn to see the undead
Zombie invasion!
Zombie Invasion!
Is what the crazy say.
With tin foil hats.
With tin foil hats
We dress up to have some fun
Being creative!
being creative
is what u've craved for so long
and now that its here...
And now that it's here
just what will you do with it?
Hide it in a drawer
hide it in a drawer!
quick! fast! faster goddammit!
dad will be here soon!
dad will be here soon
i know i'm your late mother
but now dad's later
but now dad's later
than I had expected him
Supper will be cold