Death certificate.

Informercials credit the painters 

sponging out the anarchist that curled its

eye lashes into bowling balls 

as Mural attempts explain the sleepwalkers 

daubed and decorate to cover its paws.
lost weekends spent Altering egos 

swim on rubber mermaids on ether 

As Chariots on the parquet

set fire to town hall.
Using contracted death certificate 

Along golden picketed rising fence 

As the witnesses floats out through 

tolled gates as it can’t solve the 

equation of silent lions as we lose the dark.
Keeping tally on how many 

Pints of milk can be drank in a diary

That could be my own lactating death certificate.