mardi grass

four little white teeth sitting on my lap

three bony freudians filling up the gap

two dead men dining in my bedroom

I killed one - now there’s two

hangman gangman clayman dead man

in my navel in my cave

in my womb in my tomb

in my room in my room

in my bed in my head

my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart I forgot!

look my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart! I forgot!

heart piss pump red cry red snow

she shouted stop stop but I shouted more

one skinny dead man lying with no shoes

I killed one - now there’s two

one fake gardener levitating by and

twelve brooding chest inspectors cannot tell me why

two tepid dead men talk in my room

I killed two - and now there’s two

hangman gangman clayman dead man

in my navel in my cave

in my womb in my tomb

in my room in my room

in my bed in my head

my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart I forgot!

look my heart’s still pumping!

I’ve got no heart! I forgot!