A fossil reef
A necklace made of teeth
A glimmer in the
I, bokor, dealer of death
The zombi will rise at my
“This body may incriminate;
I move that we incinerate.
It’s best that
Secret research results in success
A serum that will wake the
A mind of rage
A face of hate
A need to
thalamus
globus
pallidus
septum
pellucidum
putamen
clivus
vermis
cuneus
Genius
Corrupted by a dominating greed
A bored and disaffected
Do I see
And do I feel
And is all this real
Or
Let’s go hang at the graveyard
Dressed up, nowhere to
The Night Has a Thousand Eyes
Sister, dearest, pray you draw near
And I’ll whisper these few
Honey won’t you please
Come here and
Don’t be such
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