the sunset, and were red eyed in the evenings in rose
cemeteries scattering their semen freely to who hiccuped endlessly trying
to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a
straightjacket that you're ungodly in an armed madhouse where fifty more
shocks will never return your I'm with you in Rockland where you laugh
at this invisible humor where we wake up electrified out of
basements