Swimming upstream, just to make sure your salmon shirt is clean,

swimming upstream, to ensure your first in line to see the newest nature documentary,

your the only one in line, in this stream, among the other salmons,

the other demons,

in those lines, that is.

Getting dressed with the scorpions,

getting dressed up just like the scorpions,

when you finally wake up, that is.

when the light is brightest, that is.

finally waking the dead, when you wake up that is.

In the garage, with the dryer that is perpetually buzzing,

in the garage, with the trashcan that is perpetually full,

in the garage, still standing with those same scorpions, perpetually.

You’ll still fall asleep before the laundry is done,

one more song will turn into so many more songs but you wont finish any of them,

You wont be around for any of them,

and you wont sing any of them.

The demons here that are here, now,

the demons that are here, also.

Devouring light and contrast,

paying full price to witness

a solar eclipse,

a matinee,

a slaughter.

They will then turn to your dreams,

then turn their demon teeth and their demon eyes towards your loved ones.

They never had to stand in the garage among the scorpions,

sweating before work….

sweating ahead of the silence.

They never even had to swim upstream, or even climb the demonic stairs that never were mentioned, demonically,

the demonic demons that are gone, now, canonically.