(tentative lyrics)

Thursday evenings were spent

Watching Rocket Power under the golden umber sun television

Advertisements rain like a strawberry cake parade

Sensors atop her head

Symphony

Imako with her hands curled up to her knees under the short

Sharp folds of her second skin carefully crafted and manufactured to

Protect her all-knowing femininity covered in

The rendered hysterics that left her body full and her eyes empty as

The cocoon

Fell

And it revealed the endless aubergine submarine crisscrossed landscape

Filled with liquid hitting and screaming in the crooked water closet

In a fractured home the minutes pressed on her shoulders

And she waited for the ovablastic regular beatings

And she waited for more of the same eyelashless burning sunkissed

Scalding grinning father held her head underwater in 110 degree

Weather and

I punctured the window with my face

Reinforce the stereotype of angry young man jumping to damsel in distress

From the blistering voyeur

And I realized I could do nothing and howled and went back and back and

Back to ultimate rhythmic thrusting and humping in a livid orgy of

Me and my bed and my hand and my pillow and Imako and

Screaming as I went along and then

I finished in pounding angry pulses and I punched the TV and I broke up

It was then that I crossed the line and went to

Expose myself to the smiling sunburned man in the house that was beside mine

And then before I dropped the match I jammed a creeping

Finger in his tracheotomy and screamed so hard and as loud as I could in his eye

I hate you! I’m going to carve your dick off with a wood shaper!