They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
Corruption is the vein we mine,
risking our life to foul the air
One goes one way
and another another
while I
wonder in-between
What could not actually could be,
until rescue made him
no longer the alternative to no one.
She rose to blow closed
the bald spot in her hair
You who would have me
run this trail to elude me,
who would have you, and I do.
You slow and I pounce and we
tumble together,
relishing our exquisite death.
But I’ll get it done before I die
I saw four, maybe five
lightning bolts, and then
a man walked by with a chair.
He was sure, one hundred percent
sure of what he was doing.
He didn’t sit on the chair.
A ghost did. The ghost explained everything,
and everything was perfectly clear.
Our potent mix of disgust and desire