November in Bel Air

I saw your ghost on TV
and it was a

trac-trac-trac-tragic ac-ac-ac-cident, they say.

I heard your ghost on the radio,
on a cold day in November,

ghosts of loganberries under the hedgerows,

an apocalyptic
slowdown on Sunset Boulevard, and

those

old

photographs of ourselves are burning.

Installer

I'm an XXX Extreme Gamer.
Are you my moonbeam?

I work 77/7/365!
I work 77/7/365!

Are you my moonbeam?
Am I your installer?

Mustard

Some tomatoes turn white.
Were they ambushed by albumen?

Word!

I'm as bald as an oyster.
I'm as bald as an electron.
I'm as bald as mustard,
and you can't pay for mustard with mustard!

Wetland

Do you know where we are?
On what continent?
In what cosmos?

Do you own this dinette?
Did you build it?
Did you forge the knives?
Did you cut up the victims?
Did you cook the meat?
Did you eat it?

Do you know where we are?