I fell asleep in a barn
And awoke in a palace

Goddamn this lighting sandwich
That pulls my teeth apart

For every single new day
Goddamn this rattlesnake heart

An old lady scoops gelato
Slowly and deliberately
As if molding a pot
Or shaping the features of a sculpture

The Cranberry never falls far
From the Zombie
It’s good to know
What side your bread is
Jellied on

Tiny donuts with eyeballs
In the center
I do a lot if things
I never dreamed of

I pay for parking
All the time

Toad skinned logs
Burning in the fireplace

What kind of shoes
Will you wear to
The party?

A sea of air conditioners
Purring in the background
Backstage
They keep the busy bar
Staff cool and nice

Wire hanger on the floor
A broken toilet seat
A step ladder and
A old vacuum cleaner

A chocolate coffe keeps
Things…