When Come To (The Half-Hour After)

By my side, lifelike death – no, crimson stripes still snail –

You with me, Ms. Candycane? – Yeah, it’s you I hail

– Hey, don’t look like that, little-lost-eyes-pale –

We can gingerly swim back to some avail

For my larynx is in pieces on the floor –

Our breadcrumb trail!

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Lean on me – step in sync – not in stink – breathe, brace!

Monstahs of our childhood are real, and giving chase –

Me, I’ve already used my ineffective longnail-Mace

We’ll feel through this urban warehouse/dead forest of a place –

Man! Queens on Carta Mundi playin’ cards got

Nothing on your face!

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Heh heh! Ugga wugga Boogeydude!

Yo! Here’s a bit of human flesh, slightly chewed,

But still no more’n half-unfit for ugga wugga food!

Little-lost-eyes-paler, you ask me of my mood?

Dunno – here I am, the sensible, laughing, no –

Howling in the nude