beyond fornication

a man wearing nothing but a cape
dances upon a moon beam

shit oozes from his mouth
as he tries to scream
and reality gazes at him in wonder
like a lost child watching his parents drown

there will be no tomorrow like today
aurora borealis never smelled like this
burning hair and cellophane
in a world without words

it all means something
and it all means nothing
because in the end
everyone's arsehole puckers