I fell asleep in a barn
And awoke in a palace
Goddamn this lighting sandwich
That pulls my teeth apart
For every single new day
Goddamn this rattlesnake heart
An old lady scoops gelato
Slowly and deliberately
As if molding a pot
Or shaping the features of a sculpture
The Cranberry never falls far
From the Zombie
It’s good to know
What side your bread is
Jellied on
Tiny donuts with eyeballs
In the center
I do a lot if things
I never dreamed of
I pay for parking
All the time
Toad skinned logs
Burning in the fireplace
What kind of shoes
Will you wear to
The party?
A sea of air conditioners
Purring in the background
Backstage
They keep the busy bar
Staff cool and nice
Wire hanger on the floor
A broken toilet seat
A step ladder and
A old vacuum cleaner
A chocolate coffe keeps
Things interesting
Worlds of possibilities there
If I allow myself to stare
Schwervon! 