| Moving On, Moving On |
| Your bloodstains fading September's waning List of hurricane, blanket tendencies A mile long from the rain And Charon is calling, oaring You out past the Styxx, once again To an Alternative dominion Reigned by shrouded posterior's Posing seasons, welcome hereafter In the Eastern corner's region Where wounded generation soldiers Seeking toadstool folloies Inbibe one another's esteem In Gothic chasms Purple pixies Enter phantasms And nervy degenerates wander restlessly For a place in the gowk society. See, grass isn't greener When excessive brow-lifting Fails to mask your realities Runaway scheme and Billowy strangers fail To make the connection To those malady gestures Or take notice to your pain Of being off solids and Awaiting liquid lunch I think of you there Out scaling the Gunks On your latest descent Exit doledrums Beckon lament Entertain evening through the bedroom window With the bevy Of male-orthos insects I've sent To serenade you. |