the mackerals call to queer st

ah victoria -
im home -
callin victoria -
callin callin callin callin
victoria aint there
not even her voice
inside telephone
no voice
 call me
freezin
in this house
outside
a huge mad sun
spins
i stay inside sweepin up
dust
sorrow
seepin
spillin over the blood red floor

speak  missy victoria
we make plan for
tomorrow about catchin de sun
in queer street
all those bloody little mackerals
waitin in de long tin with writin
writhin in oil
cryin out for missy victorias

no victoria in long tin
no victoria inside her ole telephone
just bloody little
mackerals
all about de life of
mackerals
nothin about missy victoria
very slippery missy victoria
escaped when de mackerals
got coaxed inside de tin with all de
writin
oil
mackerals callin for missy victoria
missy victoria
shut inside de telephone
tryin to immitate de mackerals

yea i laugh await your
mackeral message

- christina conrad