If there’s going to be an apocalypse
I’ll need my robe and slippers
Mushroom sheets and
Candy stripe sheets
Cutting up the boxes
Watching the heads fall
Dust mask after shave
Taxidermy needle point
Lightening fixtures
Rolling thunder papers
Your windshield on my mind
A school, a church, a bar, a field
I hear music
Wood grain dimly lit
Squirrel in a scarf
Sexy older people
Fish hooka
Elephant flowers
Disco ball missle toe
Dancing in the isles
Take a breath
Hold on to your hat
And let your feet fly
Schwervon! 