at the drive-in
ghost-tape no. 9
i used to hear them through the walls at night exchanging currents through modicums of pernicious lust when tamed would always alter the future in trance amounts played the ritual vacuumed the dents under a primer sky where a lightfield once held the promise of closing the sutures but the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal lost the ghost tape registered as number 9 it's going to be a long night coming she said i can never turn it off theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away caving the symptom of confessional painted in licorice forgeries had she dawned the seductions subdued by the handmaid's tale one claimed complacence while the other knelt he took the prescript off the parlor doors swung open but collaterals had altered the future but the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal lost the ghost tape registered as number 9 it's going to be a long night coming she said i can never turn it off theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away he's the rule you've answered too locked in the omen of momentum he pleads the fool of numbing agents in the post mortem when it's over you of brittle faith have failed speechless bereavement for the last time fade away trained to fade away fade away trained to fade away but they trained you wire framed you stood you upright in position to administer the want but they trained you wire framed you stood you upright in position to administer the night crawls but the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal lost the ghost tape registered as number 9 it's going to be a long night coming she said i can never turn it off theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away