Karma and chameleons,
With the frustrations of ending time;
And a kilowatt hour
Dredging up the false hallucinations
Of an oscillating serial killer’s
Unending nights of mischief.
Swollen with the lumps of degeneration,
Decay, Morse code and hyperbolic functions.
What was in time past
The hour of an era
We both knew as ours,
Trickling ever so slowly,
Into the bathwater of the mind.