There were maggots in my dream this morning.
Must have rotted while I was sleeping.
Needle tracks from the camels in the dessert.
Worms in coffins, humans squirming after the rainstorm.
I was polite when I asked you to kill me.
(Please don't make me beg)
My suicide was the focus of final jeopardy.
Hope you didn't wager too much.
Such and such says, "enough's not enough."
So close the red door, leave me alone to breathe in the cat's waste.
On my knees in the corner of the bathroom.
Never knew loneliness could have a taste.
It's not at all like peppermint.
Our tongues have been unsheathed since the day we met.
Dry is wet.  Dry is wet.  Dry is wet.
So much for conversations.
The blood will spill in February.
Which way will it run?
Place your bets.
It's not at all like peppermint.
She's half leopard and half kaleidascope with a tempermant.
It's not at all.
It's not at all like the grocery scent.
Seven eagles above the serpent's neck.
Heads chewed off.
Kidney beans and saurkraut.
German money in an American laundry mat.
The idea of today is to outDUE tomorrow.
And this suffocating scrawniness is worse than being fat.
Said the deacon to the giraffe,
"we're all stripes of peppermint."