spook spook and one for all gathering intelligence and sewers painted pink for her dreamy execution the dark mother giggles into the fog of war
the headless walruses demand justice standing in formation filled up by sun light and the heat of crashing tripe
they erected a billboard along the highway to get the message out about mackerel and the gnarly attitude that comes with frequent lacerations
there's never enough strobe light for the roadkill with the charcoal red and beer cold
another star dies leaving only future pangs and past laments
