th time we went sailing
on that big mushroom cloud it was
calld shrooms galore

that was b4 th raptyur
a veree messee affair ther wer bodeez
strewn abt e vreewher w hat 2 dew
all th bodeez all th bodeez

n thn we cud dock at th lunarian
rainbow port n thn we didint have anee
trubul nowun was trying 2 best aneewun
nowun evn thot uv that 2 best anee
wun
why why wud that cansel mortalitee

if onlee yu wud love me 2nite

latr on if onlee i wantid yu 2
2nite
but th fog from th faktoreez
was killing us n th mercuree n led
in th watr in our blood

bodeez strewn evreewher who can
take care uv all th bodeez
now we live inside a giant iguana
we have sleeping shelf beds inside his
throat we eet what he eets

n remembr th time we went
sailing on a mushroom cloud it was calld
shrooms galore
shrooms galore

Originally published in White Wall Review 41 (2017)