Prologue:
innnnnnnhale - hush hush hush hush (echoes)
exhhhhhhale - hush hush hush hush (echoes)
be still, waiting fills
wait for the wading pool to fill
killing time, spilling drool from lips so blue
the ocean and the sky are fooled to fighting with themselves

patience is an echo in the well
hush hush hush hush

Chapter One: SHUT UP.
With every drip drop of silent stasis
stopping the tick tock of the kitchen clock
over a refrigerator stocked with frozen faces
cold and tasteless wastes of flesh
stapled in place, in ziploc bags rockin' the stay-fresh seal
hush hush hush hushed now, their last sound a squeal
like the peeling of tires (New! Bold Flavor! Low-Calorie Meal!)
the clicking of a stopwatch shocking enough
to stop the suckers watching from the parking lot
in their tracks.
while the railroad clickety-clacks, with the train so close
the steam and steel burns and peels the skin off your face.
the brown off your tan
the cock from your hot hand.

slow and steady wins the race.
well, if that's the case...

Chapter Two: You're About to See Me Lose Bad.
I hopped on a crotch-rocket
stomped on the gas
shoved a million megawatt lamp in a light socket
with ten other plugs plugged in
like a crockpot with chili so hot
the hotspots on the sun run and hide
biting right into a hot pocket with tabasco sauce on it
the tastebuds on my tongue thinking,
"Fight or flight, fight or flight?"
FLY, MOTHERFUCKER, FLY!
Drive the hell out of that ride
'til the engine dies
The brakes give out, the steering column collapses
'til you collide and die
like ashes to ashes, dust to dust, a lifeless tangle
of flesh, bone, muscle, blood, and rust

I've already crashed once.
I wonder why?

Chapter Three: It's Sleepy Time.
goodnight, I close my eyes
and rise above my body
soaring through the sky, a lifelike mannequin
twitching on and off again throughout the night.
I'm just killing time
waiting fills
I'm lying still and drilling down into the depths
of my subconscious
for that dream-oil in the ground
the bones of dinosaurs buried in circles around my head.

although long dead, certainly not gone
living on in the minds of men.

Epilogue: Bury me where I stand.
hush hush hush hush