Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure
As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter
Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end

Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferryman
X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo
Pet cemetery in electric fresco

Abaddon threshold flash-forged in the galley
With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae
Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine

Guards like 'all signs correlate with sorcery',
It's more a dormant cell of valor as awoken by the smell of sordid power
And defecting shortly after

Fist bump dry land, brackish, cat nap 15
Back to swiss-cheese the flagship,
Uh, blue in the menacing grip of a day for which you're manifestly unfit


Midsummer bit crusher, midwinter bit shifter, no sleep, gold mine, front door circled, proceed, low light, 24 curfews, crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue, proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews,


Final answer "not to be", "not to be" is right!
Next question - to build winged shoes or autophagy,
Silk-screen band tees,

Take apart a vcr,
Ringer off, canned peas, cabin fever mi amor,
Patently adhering to the chandelier at key-in-door,

To usher in the understated anarchy of leisureforce,
Led a purple tongue and ratty caballeros,
Up over the black rainbow into the house of mirrors,

To become a thousand zeros, echoing a twisted alchemy,
Freak flags, fluttering to circadian free jazz,
Sleep apnea scratching "bring that beat back",

I doze off, clothes on, nose in the feedbag,
Shhhh... Om nom, nom, blinds drawn,
Compost thrown to the spine pile, bygones, mangy,

Intimately spaced pylons on a plot of inhospitable terrain, hi morn!

Midsummer bit crusher, midwinter bit shifter, no sleep, gold mine, front door circled, proceed, low light, 24 curfews, crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue, proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews,


Raise up the bridge, lower the portcullis,
Rain forks into mutton,

No abort button,
Heart pump $$#orted color sugar water,
Poor lummox, unexplained ailments,

And doesn't work well with others,
Wet nose on the glass,
Garibaldi half cookie dough,

Lock jaw, don 4 walls like a wooden coat,
Behold the rotting fruit of excommunication:
A ruby tide insubordinate to lunar phases,

That maneuver past the beaches to the bosom of the pavement,
Now the bow drill smolder in a flooded bit of ba!@&(t,
Grace of a misled teen who prefer his scenes with a little Wilhelm scream,

The ambush predator edition,
Skill set of will tell aim and speed over short distance,
Part hatter-mad, part erratic habitat, dark matter harnessing his heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack


Midsummer bit crusher, midwinter bit shifter, no sleep, gold mine, front door circled, proceed, low light, 24 curfews, crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue, proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews