Melting maids.

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.