Sail away the “horny boat”

No hope for hanging

Garage milk soaps…

This is the message

So you can see

What happened

When you did your V**D**

It’s posted on the wall

Of a dreamy museum found in

Alejandro’s regent

This cardboard puzzle

Its edges fold

And the images

Of desecrated, mutilated heads

Pushed by Goblin contractors

Are just the ink

Fading from the paper that peels

Which we know must have some time

been great.

Mystery revealed to me in dreams again

Why should it be believed?

This must be who I am.

What I’m meant to see.