Darkness engulfs the fires of passion
Red gives way to sappy beige
Under brook and over tree
A heron circles, flatulent.
Living in a mirror of desperate ghouls
I am not Grover Cleveland
Menaces to thousands of puppet trolls
This nation is a bubbling brine
Twisted in swirling elastic heads
Pane effervescent, pain divine
For elemental curing of helpless fervor.
X and S are cryptic ciphers
Lullaby is drumming art
Charged spaghetti never fails