How I learned to love the bomb, now it's bed time...

Above our heads
like fairies they dance
with bubbled dreads
and pockets full of dust
to sprinkle soon
their dust of salt
upon a molding slugs head
the salt of dust we settle down
to a sleeping lonely slimy bed
then melt away a rotting core
that was born again once before
tricked and lied and tortured too
now lying in a lifeless goo
now sticky on shoe hooves goo
now start dead fresh with something new...............

Goodnight.