Mud on your ass
hand in the grass
do a little backwards
dance
you\'re in for a long night
a first date,
step into the preverbial void
of nothingness, calamity
and hot breath
Here she comes
walking down the street
singing
eyes alive with you
in her gaze
she giggles
but then gets down into the mud with you
rolling around like two pigs
happier than shit
the laughs echo
off the brick chimneys, white picket fences
and scorn eyes of the neighbors who come running out
of their houses on High
The faces twist and cringe into inhuman
and intersubject forms
glasses ready to slip as heads melt
They scream:
\"My God! Someone stop it!!!!\"
\"GET THE CHILDREN!\"
the nashing of teeth grinding
back and forth
back and forth
a woman\'s water breaks.
your date goes in for another lap
hand over hand
completing a perfect breath stroke
in the slop.
eating some of it.
this triggers old man McGillicuddy into fits of nervous neck twitching
he starts to gobble with intention
in response she lathers her face with mud
in an attempt to escape into the surroundings
and so do you.
now you\'re part of the same tribe.
walking, running
through the procession of mutant on-lookers
arm in arm
gaze in gaze
better because of it all.