I
      lunge
      for
      It.
      My
      hand
      smashes
      against
      the
      glass
     
     
      face,
      and
      the
      hated
      machine
      rockets
      across
      the
      room.
     
    

    
     
      |
      hear
      a
      smash,
      and
      an
      electric
      pain
      rends
      my
      chest
      in
     
     
      two.
      But
      beneath
      it
      all,
      I
      feel
      a
      growing
      peace
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
      calm.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      HEIDI,
      I’M
      COMING!
     
     
      Lost
      ;
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      now
      your
      vacant
      eyes,
     
    

    
     
      Are
      stabbing
      out
      like
      knives.
     
     
      A
      hole
      in
      you
      disguise,
     
    

    
     
      The
      truth
      beneath
      the
      lies.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Underneath
      the
      happy
      lies,
     
     
      The
      truth's
      getting
      out
     
     
      Too
      afraid
      to
      let
      it
      go,
     
     
      The
      blanket
      if
      you
      fail.
     
     
      It's
      easier
      to
      play
     
     
      Another
      hopeless
      soul.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      grabbing
      at
      your
      feet
     
    

    
     
      It
      slowly
      pulls
      you
      sown
     
     
      Biting
      with
      dark
      teeth
     
     
      Deppression
      holds
      you
      tight
     
     
      And
      if
      you
      think
      about
      the
      gun
     
     
      Then
      evil
      only
      laughs.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      You
      alone
      are
      one,
     
     
      But
      really
      only
      half.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      long,
      but
      not
      good-bye
     
     
      me's
      to
      the
      stars
      I
      fly
     
     
      To
      re-enter
      the
      dream-sea
     
     
      Quiddity.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      Timmy
      Hoffa
      Fund
     
    
   
   
    
     
      What?
      You
      want
      to
      challenge
      me?
      .
     
     
      We
      engage
      in
      battle
     
    

    
     
      You
      darken
      my
      eye
     
    

    
     
      |
      My
      hands
      are
      red
      with
      your
      blood
     
    

    
     
      |
      In
      with
      the
      water
      pipes
     
    

    
     
      |
      Underneath
      Busch
      Stadium
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      By
      Chris
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      Apartment
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      idea
      of
      living
      in
      an
      apartment
     
     
      Full
      of
      bottles
      with
      crippled
     
     
      Cigarettes
      releasing
      their
      cancer
     
     
      Of
      hunting
      down
      and
      killing
     
    

    
     
      The
      hornets
      who
      wish
      to
      invade
     
    

    
     
      Of
      water
      in
      glasses
      not
      fit
     
    

    
     
      to
      drink
      out
      of
     
    

    
     
      6
      day
      old
      PIZZA
     
    

    
     
      Playing
      tonite
      thousands
      of
      maggots
     
     
      Here
      lies
      the
      garbage
      awaiting
     
    

    
     
      For
      more
      of
      its
      family
      to
      join
     
    

    
     
      The
      idea
      makes
      me
      wanna...
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      Chris
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dawn.
     
    

    
     
      and
      the
      rising
      sun
     
     
      like
      a
      ball
      of
      fire
     
     
      warms
      my
      body
     
    

    
     
      and
      takes
      me
      higher
     
    
   
   
    
     
      raising
      my
      spirits
     
     
      arousing
      myself
     
     
      yearning
      to
      come
      near
      it
     
     
      and
      touch
      your
      majesty
     
     
      Dawn.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      S.
     
     
      (
      AVDENF—p
      ction
      RY—
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      me
      @|
      |
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ;
     
     
      OCO
      Motiv
      H.
      CRAPPEWE
      |
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      X-PRESS
      October
      24,
      1991
      Page
      11