Happy disaster,
Your honey, her laughter,
You’re smoked smithereens.
Your DNA’s plastered
All over the rafters,
Please forward your genes.
Twilight each actor,
With tales they enrapture,
The language of dreams.
Happy disaster
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Cucumber Lodge 