Ecstatic Vibrations, Totally Transcendent -for the 2mm hole in reality

In stroll gothic lesbian canoe builders 
or something coming to 
rehallow this abandoned church 
with its boarded walls.
they are painted green and their leather is rotting.
we inhale their fresh buzz cut
cuttings and the song is made.

Everyone is breathing harder.
And my bladder. My bladder is aching.
but the song is shifting
to moans wails and cries and
Whale cries wuh wuh wuh.        yeah!
of a delighted crowd.

the fruity realtor says to all of us
we’d never know the 90’s.
this incites the panic,
but we are cool! so I tamp the earth
with my questions.         hardcore!
thud     thud     thud.

We will now be like soggy
cardboard! we don’t need   bones now!
the dance is wet and red
so grooving it we slip and slide and    groan!
fall and break our limbs
so I scream         oh!
oh joy  I am having fun!
being just alike
and how we are having fun.    eggs! rotten eggs!

We are dancing zombies
killed at the party
killed at the party
killed at the party
    but zombies are fun!     So So
    so dance!

— Ari Nystrom-Rice