Be perfect, make it otherwise. <br />Yesterday is torn in shreds. <br />Lightning's thousand sulfur eyes <br />Rip apart the breathing beds. <br />Hear bones crack and pulverize. <br />Doom creeps in on rubber treads. <br />Countless overwrought housewives, <br />Minds unraveling like threads, <br />Try lipstick shades to tranquilize <br />Fears of age and general dreads. <br />Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies, <br />Don't take faucets for fountainheads. <br />Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise <br />You and the werewolf: newlyweds.<br /><br />Dorothea Tanning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-hallows-eve-8/
