Pixel Zombies: Palm Tree Parade (8)

Champagne's kissing brilliant knives

Spoiled chalice keenly sits

My body is rambling like

Checkered wires solar fits

Miss Mandela lips, you're mute

Silenced by a brittle rain

This party being held for you

Celebrates your piñata veins

There's a new banner that hangs overhead

It bellows out "Socialize at Marie's expense!"

There's confetti that's speckled with babies' hands

A blind horse with a saddle climbing up to your man

Let the celebration begin!

In the breeze, passion heat is strewn inside of me

Parade floats for teenage novels, stomp stomp stomp stomp on noisemakers and sing:

"You can't imagine the feel of her heart's ray,

I'll swing and sway just like a palm tree parade!"

Swing like a tongue in heat!

Sway like a new prom dress!

In a burned, silk-screened promenade, there's a couple in a TV

Star wipe into their gunshot wounds, and out this fucking party.

"You can't imagine the feel of her heart's ray,

I'll swing and sway just like a palm tree parade!"

Swing like a tongue in heat

Sway like a new prom dress!

(Yeah, a toast to the fucking rad! Will we survive your toast?)

Red and grey candle light continue to rust

This apartment dreams of artifact dust

Then twelve hundred sinister

Mastodons break in, and scream poetry

These cacophonic hands and this body see only vengeance and delight.