Sharing coaxial recorded dreams
according to satellite feed Cordially
is a man melting maids in Ice buckets
Translucent did it just move of its own
That’s a light switch of you own shallow
if it’s fear your looking for imagine
returning From the Dead looking
For your last name.
walk in there the fear you left in the
Building before leaving
Just ask for directions at the help desk
And sign in.
you might never leave with feet tucked under
The table of grief stretching between
Trees the parody of loose leaf tongues
Exchanging pound tins of salts
to dress for winter weather as
In for Thy dory in for a pound
of tinsel town.