pills.

we could line the walls 

with perfect paragraphs

still the exits

are best described;

manic regiments

and time continuum martyrs

in abraxas we are all in-tact

come on babe and crumble

in our canopy cascade

reading minds in my leisure lay

i could swallow pills

til im pushin daises

on a monday, monday

skirt in with your mother

coming down from the rafters

im the panic in your pageant praise

storming the pariah

meant to lead in with dis-taste

all the mockery you set aside 

come on babe and crumble

in our canopy cascade

reading minds in my leisure lay

i could swallow pills

til im pushin daises

on a monday, monday

come on see me darling

i'm a mess in a party dress

im addressed to your stark ends

i could swallow pills til

the morning after

or next.