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It's a strange day in paradise,
the moon is hiding from outer space
and the wind is blowing up into nothing

imploded marsupials dance in splatter patterns on bare white walls
and i can't tell which way is up

Christmas tree carols are hung on Halloween statues across the cemetary ice rink
but the beautiful grotesques are watching through pink eyes
and i can't tell which way is up

It's a strange day in this graveyard,
Shifting plates release the flow from the core of this earth
and the men chase hell in order to vanquish their allies
for no one wants to smell the spoiled cheddar halfway back to the safe house

Half the world watches the whole as they hold up in a hole of fecal matter
a chorus erupts inward down the mountainous volcanic island located right inside this kitchen
and i can't tell which way is up

Good fathers give bad mothers a smart way to die
but they refuse to be bad fathers for good mothers are in limitless supply except in places where rivers run dry
and i can't tell which way is up

holy books, and goblin hooks scattered on a cobalt shelf
Limestone tacos in cashew casings,
Waiting to eject from the passenger cart
and too little too late may hatch the chicken pre-maturely from his ooze
and lead him to unsettling depths of death.