For Whoever Plants The Bomb Tonight

I am the river

Which flows

Into cotton candy

Beneath the black masks

Of mysterious euphoria

Unseen and unheard of

 

I’m the gold pot

Left hidden

So it won’t be found

By the corporate

Tattooed leprechaun

 

The masked criminal

Steals from the mermaid

In the clouds

And the cave troll

Shoots heroin

On the Mongolian coast

While the fairies have toast

Across the hill

And on the frost

 

I’m waiting still

For the mayhem with mercy

And the coins of lead

Rolling in a race

Never stopping

Never hiding