After the moon was gone

the wolf pack formed

my deepest fears realized

I was now an elf

and electronics were dripping 

from a bending ceiling

worlds of neglect and wrong

say to the king of song

I was waiting for you

it had to end this way

which is how it goes

as a wimper

evaporates

evaporates

the closet is cozy

leaches are insane

holding hands

my way

to the off ramp

where she is the tramp

the mainstay of holidays

the weapon of incineration

forges odds of non liberation

cards that tumble on the table

with magic mist

upon those lips

touching!