Originally composed in about 1992, has changed very little since.
dick and jane on a loveseat
cradle hot loaf of anger
they're electric to slice it wide open
when jane says I don't feel
good she says I feel heavy
then sinks loveseat & all
dick goes for the grocer to buy holy trinity
donuts, cheese, lemonade
but on approach suffers huge beating
at the hands of man carrying bouquet of roses
dick looks up from ninja hour on the sidewalk
sees red painting melting like ice cream on wall
hard to believe this is hell he says
paddles over to jane's famous spot
worships her history like upholstered Titanic
soon it's all yesterday's papers
news photos old and cold
dick stands smoking cigarettes in middle of forest fire
paddling his wooden skeleton in ever widening circles
seeking soft cushions w/ empty sockets
seems he knew the last page all along
loss of love in singsong suicide pact embrace
spot & puff left rolling in the aftermath
hungry for hot wet treasure
or a single soft rusty
slice
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