Like the dream that used to scare me as a kid

where my head is not in concert with my feet

which are just sliding on the checkerboard beneath

making bloody angels at a tugboat speed



I see blue for a second

just before the second wave falls through

and it's the only sky I've seen

since we made this barricade of dog food

Then in a flesh flash flood it's covered up

and it occurs to me

that I'm about to get my check cashed

'cause there is a dead mass deposit of teeth



I see one way out and one way in

and I the spitting image of my father's sin

The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them,

the second is a place that I have already been



I see one way out and one way in

and I the spitting image of my father's sin

The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them,

the second is a place that I have already been so

what should I do? Head for that blue?



Well I guess I stopped screaming

when my feet got a grip on the floor

I threw a whole shelf of tuna

at the three between me and the front door



I saw red ribbonnettes

blossom out from the head of the undead

by the time I could blink I was blinded

and before I could scrape off the violence

I was kicking at the deafening silence, "Please!"



There's just one way out and one way in

and I the spitting image of my father's sin

The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them,

the second is a place that I have already been



I see one way out and one way in

and I the spitting image of my father's sin

The trouble with the first is that it's crawling with them,

the second is a place that I have already been so

what should I do? The read or the blue?

To help me decide... a gash in my thigh!