An alien planet seems the way to exist

in the fall wind rain blown hair

of a beautiful ghoul of past and memorials

in the graveyard headstone monotony of the existence of it all

a green four eyed bald cone-shaped shineheaded beast

in a vast emporious sea of krill

shrill

cheap thrill

and far

far

far

far

far

far

far

far

far

away

away

is the socket to the 

plug

who exists

to exist 

in a powerless

rift

in the sand

and the dirt

muck

grime

slime

crime

chime

time

time

time

time

time

is running

whine 

to me 

to them

the way it seems is how the bleeding candle burns