DESCRIPTION:
Sandra Lindsey, where are you going
with that gallon of gasoline?
Put it down now, pet the dog and
drink a cup of Ovaltine.

Father's diddling while his nasty
apotheosizes pederasty
sodomizing all who gather
on his mattress of cadavers.
Brother's painting semi-bastard
postcards of airship disasters.
Mother, snacking on the sofa
swallows wholly half a loaf of bread.

Auntie's soaking knickers gather
the treacheries of an aging bladder.
Uncles not worth confiscating
slide into her sewer grating.
Nephew's nibbling on a portion
of his girlfriend's last abortion:
"No scrotum of my son will be a cathedral
for maggot, mealworm or boweevil."

Sanda Lindsey, where are you going
with that gallon of gasoline?
Put it down now, melt the dog and
drink a cup of stelazine
Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey
oh my sweet Gethsemane!
Your face creeps into my consciousness
like a death in the family...

Sandra Lindsey, where are you going
with that gallon of gasoline?
Put it down now, pet the dog and
drink a cup of Ovaltine.
Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey
in a dream I baptize thee:
"Sad of all the dark and dripping,
sweating, bleeding, kissing..."
Sandra Lindsey, where are you going?
Are you coming back to me?
Scars are glowing, sacs are growing,
Catholicity porcine!
Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey
sullen pouty brothel dream.
Roses and a Swastika...
Happy Birthday to me!

And when all's said and done
consider me the tongue
on which your monthly murdered ova bleed.

... from the album "A House for the Dead and a Porch for the Dying" 1994.

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