Worms Listen - Thought Industry

Please, mom, tuck my football comforter in stove

Warm.

Gloss photo gasworks.

I’ll slip dreams boy

Seven.

Destroying surface mars.

Camping T. Ben

Johnson.

Cub scout tames autumn Michigan.

We’ll

Lleep, troop eleven catching snipes.

Flashlight

Jane’s kissing my blushing cheek.

I’ll learn.

Only

Ten years later cursed to see my lay dead.

Dumbest

Fatality.

Auto crash.

She could do anything except save

Me

Kindergarten leisure suit.

Brother, stitches tin can

Thrown cuts.

I’ll sleep lofty tree fort.

Shot my pellet

Gun.

Dad, two sons fish turtle lake.

Blue gills caught

Below the damn line.

We’ll sleep.

Small tent

Campground.

Watch the heat lightning

Jane’s wearing my class ring.

I’ll learn.

Sixteen

Driver’s license.

Car.

She’ll breath me dead.

Dumbest

Fatality.

Turned too late.

They could do anything except

Calm her

Now it’s time to fly.

Celebration.

Triumphant

Jubilation.

Atheist

M-66 faint sirens.

I’m left eating my steering wheel

I’ll sleep.

Worms will listen.

Worms underground

Whisper softly drowsiness.

My turn.

Tribute should

Be drunk and pissed off, my friends.

Dead.

Dumbest

Fatality.

Burn the husk.

If you do anything, think fondly

Of me