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.