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From A Nightmare
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and burnt skin, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Hangs over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, insides dangle, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and liquid eyes, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
I notice through the backseat window.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, intestines free, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two men lay dead in a wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Curling hides, and desperate mouths, fuel
for the bonfire. A woman
Someone sees and we all turn to watch.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, disemboweled, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
2 things lay still in the wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Melting wax, like in Raiders, fuel
for the bonfire. A flag
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, Cthulu tentacles, invisible light.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and burnt skin, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Hangs over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, insides dangle, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and liquid eyes, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
I notice through the backseat window.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, intestines free, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two men lay dead in a wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Curling hides, and desperate mouths, fuel
for the bonfire. A woman
Someone sees and we all turn to watch.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, disemboweled, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
2 things lay still in the wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Melting wax, like in Raiders, fuel
for the bonfire. A flag
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, Cthulu tentacles, invisible light.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
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