Clemens' Comet
Pictures falling off my walls
Like nasty notes in bathroom stalls
I wouldn't have known I'd find you here
My secret friend, coconspirator.
We've things to do, you and I tonight
Before the moon shuts off his light --
So take my hand and come away
My constant friend, sister decay...
Why build when we can tumble down
And level mountains to the ground?
Why fuss and fret and try to mend
But light the candle's other end.
The world is stitched just to unsew
Decay's begun, decay will grow
So you and I will retire here
And write this shaking off to fear.