2001-07-15

Some nights my brain
Seems to want to
Pound me into submision
These are the nights that
The uncreated seem to
Dance before me
As I'm staring into the darkness
Daring me to make something of them
And I pray for distant thunder
To make its presence felt closer
And I can hear bloody peculiar frogs
Speaking about their problems of
Having everything ruined
Bumbling idiots
In quick and frantic croaks
And my head shows me pictures
Of fish with lipstick
On their backs
And it occurs to me
That there has always
Been something sinister
About the looks of oriental fish

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