I pour out my outré
in rain-colored refrain
my goth Gaia goddess
rules this house of insane
what's sanity anyhow?
is it something I can drink
if not then shove off you
this gal really needs to sink
down black as printer's ink
down where grim waters flow
down past my own hell
to Charon on the Ohio
and for that, I usually need a drink.
words are my ferryman
to the bleak place I go
and find no strangers there
only dear friends down below
cuz really who decreed
that up was so great
and bad was down under
supposed land of devil's hate?
I know, we're told that
heaven resides up there
and his Demonic Nibs
holds sway below stair
Down's just a button
on high-rise elevator
not north nor south on map
just place-name moniker
like a dream I just had
So William Carlos Way
Plums in the icebox
And this is just to say.
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