The Nightmare Before Existence

[hollow_eyes]

Creation began as a mutation
Gestating on god’s toilet seat
On a hazy split end Tuesday
Somewhere in Florida

These lawless germs
No more than perfumed Alligators
Running through mazes in plastic castles
Painting their destinies on the highways
With tongues dipped in motor oil
And searching for the big cheese
The great Gouda
These shrink-wrapped souls
who birthed civilization
And then ate its placenta
Build milk crate towers to the heavens
So man can taste his creator

Enter you and me
Stage left on galaxy nine
Two star-clad barnacles
Leeching the universe of its vapour
Dancing to the drum
And tracing our names
Through the dust of the nebulas
I’m an honest salesman
Selling assurance of the holocausts
And you’re my number one customer

It ain’t easy
Being a boy
In dinosaur’s pyjamas
Trying not to laugh at your hi-jinks
So I don’t blow the milky way
Out of my nose

I’ve determined your equation
Your Buddha of the thrift store making
But I can’t divide your Atman
In this parabolic apocalypse

In retrospect, I regret
Sleeping through the resurrection
But I’ll catch the Matinee