Ecstatic Vibrations, Totally Transcendent 

for the 2mm hole in reality

In stroll gothic lesbian canoe builders 

or something coming to 

rehallow this abandoned church 

with its boarded walls.

they are painted green and their leather is rotting.

we inhale their fresh buzz cut

cuttings and the song is made.

Everyone is breathing harder.

And my bladder. My bladder is aching.

but the song is shifting

to moans wails and cries and

Whale cries wuh wuh wuh. yeah!

of a delighted crowd.

the fruity realtor says to all of us

we’d never know the 90’s.

this incites the panic,

but we are cool! so I tamp the earth

with my questions. hardcore!

thud thud thud.

We will now be like soggy

cardboard! we don’t need   bones now!

the dance is wet and red

so grooving it we slip and slide and groan!

fall and break our limbs

so I scream oh!

oh joy  I am having fun!

being just alike

and how we are having fun. eggs! rotten eggs!

We are dancing zombies

killed at the party

killed at the party

killed at the party

but zombies are fun! So So

    so dance!