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