everyone has the music they love like a showgirl in a fugue of childbirth the matron's orders to the back of the room i've seen him all sewn to the floor a christian demon and family boy brought up by the school bus route
samantha starves the beat she starves and drives a man insane
i went on into this little girl's room all those monsters and their x-ray cartoons project lines to the back of your mind pulling you out of the second floor door out of sorts into a collapsing hall and into the white light
when you wake up you'll be awake forever parents coming through the windows tell her this might force them to remember
everyone has the music they love forwarding into an age of nervous boys and girls locked up in their rooms when you grow old you will reflect fondly upon the unions and the memories of me and we will never age at all