Cardinal DEvices

Birds Sing Morning songs

out the windows of viral coughs

dogs, bleary eyed, with holiday hangovers

chow down on porterhouse & filet

hey, kids! here come the apocalypse!

The snow has been sticking around

waiting for it's mate

more precipitation

in frozen forms

hey hey here come the apocalypse

Honey, don't fret over the things that haven't happened yet

there's more things in heaven & earth then we'll ever be able to guess

if you'd rather pace the fishbowl

labelling black & red

then by all means

do what you can

time is short

fast & sharp

hey hey here come the apocalypse

take a spin through these fractals

when you get a chance

leave off your stereotyping

take off your pants

flowers want your nose

bees want to live in stone

life is just this poem

we've been putting together

sell it for a kiss

thoughts rush over stones in the stream of plastic life

can't have a child if you don't have a wife

throw all the bombs when the cheese gets rife

the rats & simples will always build another

hey hey here come the apocalypse