the pyre
 was seen in shadow
 a locus of tv stasis
   the hub-krap king
  wore an entire marching band
and bandoliers
in the shadows the rubicon
was passed
 rubicon
rubicon
rubicon

  oh fuckstick wait
 violins playing in the distance
THE MONSTER!
  no just a garbage can
 the wind is snide-eyed and october
 the leaves are chasing and chaste
i'm so decayfully
 beautiful

tv dials
   turning
in the night
  shadows of the dials
in our tired eyes
 mouths full of dusty popcorn
salted and cheesed
 syrupy beverage at hand
the monster
  the monster
    the monster
oops I have to go pee