don't open life alone

contact the empire, salutionaries

they cut the skin, they peel back the onion

reveal the ghost blood, fat black gas

excudes, moves into the mirrored halls of empty values



can sister, high over

drive me, to the changing room

where the counterfeit reads

and brings its collections of orphans



meet them in the stale crypt

although it says, hate them

it's up to you and me

my faithful cynthia

to give them the glorious life back and

remove them back here

the burning flag birthday suit