mr electric ocean disappears and re appears like a smiling snarling phantom dawn wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies midday vanished grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores sundown opening a cloak of tentacles preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks dusk peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin vanish again twilight march on electric children and you with your self righteous army of crotches spewing paper children his death hole is deeper and stronger than love