A galaxy of sensations awaits you
Come to our galactic caravan
We're parked right behind a nebula off the space highway rte 42 the Alpha Centauri exit
We have women with wings, tails, feathers, and more
We cater to all tastes and discriminate to none
Fear not disease, all our women are kept cleaner than your entire race
could ever be without our master plan
to strip out your genetic code and redesign it to fit our uses
but of course we won't do that
until you've had a lap dance with one of our delightful women
who put the extra in extraterrestrial

Atmospheres burning in your blood
Atmospheric lakes burning as your eyes
Everything burning
Everything is burning
Do as they will to be less than yourself
All these alien moments guide your skin
Monuments of plagues are what you're building
Equation abrasion
Atmospheric ocean is your liquid heart
beating beneath a lonely star
Celluloid diseases are hieroglyphic love
Beating you against the rocks
Crushing you with reasons of sinister construction
In the back of the rusted gray van
there are pornographic magazines
with damp pages
and there is vile construction
They are lying to you
They lie to me
When do we tear down the sinister construction?

There was this ride
at the old amusement park by the lake
It was a spook house ride called
The Swamp
The cannibals of memories
are ravenous
We walked to the lake
with bottomless memories of ancient rites
We would ride The Swamp
again and again
We would be on its haunted shores now and forever
if only we could
Does your memory matter?
The night is a terror of the forgotten
Mass drifts away
If I drive this pen into my throat am I insane
or am I just watching the black light monsters of The Swamp
glow in the photo album of my mind?