strictly distilled

Thick fog crawling through grassless hills,
Wearing tight like Ourmoney suits
The naked skin of god's brown girth -
Pale erosion's laceration: evidence clear,
A singing orphan's mouth emptying the land
Of stark frowns; folks ride, do die down

Tripping on obscured booby traps, falling down,
Hidden vines the only life among the hills
Save the starving jackals roaming the land
Ravenous, quoting ravens, eat what suits;
Eyes in back of the head, coast is clear,
Follow them within the landscape's girth

Fog of frowns, hugging holey girth
Receding with the pulling of the flag down
Half mast "Sympathizing, we're in the clear."
Sweat machine hides that the hills
Hide also the handshakes, blood crusted suits
Spattered by the sweat of the land

Apologies apologize, buttered up Darkland
Outside of Homeland's ostensible girth
Stacked on stacks of stacks of lawsuits
And other doom on its way down, down
Everyone, run sprightly to the hills
The earth is shifting under the fog unclear

Till it lifts, nothing can be said to be clear;
Stricken, thoughts polarize and drift and land
While bombs exploding laughter erase the hills
Erase erasure, father time's immeasurable girth
Clipping off eons on top of vague dressings down
Deconstructionist humiliation, tears in suits

Cards undealt remove their limiting suits
King, Queen, and knave all quite unclear
As to the orgy of numbers; dissidents trickle down
Thoughts perpetuate and refuse to land
The sky worn by fireworks, beyond mere girth
Built are the mental institutions, on recondite hills

The fog has lifted;
The voice has carried through, thus,
Here we go again