They were whispering something peculiar
about the surface of the moon
as the antelope grazed past my door.

This small lapse in consistency caused the following events...


The steel streets had rusted gray
as Eraserhead made his way to the door,
dust settling in the forest
thay lye atop his brain.

"Telepathic dog,
guide me through this nuclear winter
find me women and food and we'll make it to
'Over the hill'."

Dinner conversation,
the yelling man with mini-chickens
screams from across the room
as grandmother pecks the neck.

"A baby was born,
they're not sure if it's even a baby."

"If you're married,you can keep it."

The bitch girlfriend
spoon feeds the bandage covered beast in the crib
as my animal of a child
spits and grins at the whore.

The singing girl in the radiator
gives the speech to the women nextdoor,
who feels her way though the darkness
as my sin feeds the warmth of her mouth.

The aging decay of a young planet
rests completely on the shoulders of time
which inherently falls upon the king of mankind
which in-turn means Me, Myself and Sean Rooney.