Good Evening by Petting Zoo

A Foreword - by the old man who lives down the street:

enter the worm tunnels beneath the terrain,
blessed by the rainwater and the little stones that stick to the bottom of your seventy dollar pair of shoes, you cheap bastard...
it's time to embrace the waves on a sunset beach,
so wake up and grab your sandals it's time to go.
the swamp is calling

I. Global Conveyor: hallways of light submerged beneath the waves lie wait in the seas of heaven, leading us up to the surface of the world

II. Thoughts on the Equator: thunder rolls over the texas plains, leaving the ground muddy /// the children cling to the mud for it makes everything else a little clearer

III. Too Upset: a ballad of theatrics and the sharp tang of philosophy vie for the top spot in our television show /// will drama prevail?

IV. TV Show: trapped in this 2D plane, can we ever hope to find the sitcom within?

V. Misfortune Fingers: a flowing journey through time signatures and holes in the ground filled with the remains of nights lost

VI. Dollhouse: a love song hidden behind turns of phrase /// yet we are all dancing for her attention

VII. Hymno: the dark playground where we remain audibly free forever to frolic until the end of days

VIII. Abraxas: the storm passes, all that is left is the rain, casting shadows over the woods // one last respite

IX. Spanish Influenza: the great hulking beasts burst into the house at night to terrorize our collective ear // a plea for tranquility

X. i. Old Man Syndrome: the black hole devours the memories and spews them out into the cosmos for those who wish to hear, awash in celestial noise: they are only to be heard in dreams

ii. Great Bay: ascending, always

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