It's breathing its lure into my ear
as the minute passes, my pockets leave room
for the soggy chagrin that will come later
The slender machine in my hand is fleshing
its bulbous enRAB throbbing by turns
and slobbering into my ear the bile I spill into it
Today a herald visited my house
to impose his punitive sojourn
he set us his lodging in the attic
The smell he brought with him sneaks into all the rooms
and sours the air
The wallpaper has begun to shrivel
I turn on the TV to a picture of my face
sunken and creased with age
a right harrowing image
as the minute passes, my pockets leave room
for the soggy chagrin that will come later
The slender machine in my hand is fleshing
its bulbous enRAB throbbing by turns
and slobbering into my ear the bile I spill into it
Today a herald visited my house
to impose his punitive sojourn
he set us his lodging in the attic
The smell he brought with him sneaks into all the rooms
and sours the air
The wallpaper has begun to shrivel
I turn on the TV to a picture of my face
sunken and creased with age
a right harrowing image