Feed The Cabin Fever

Deep in the forest
There's a cabin full of kids
Whose hearts are screaming
And their eyes are wild.

They chew the twilight
While their insides twist.
They're staring down the tides.

An interloper from the world outside
Invades the abstract space
And the kids devour him.

The wood is damp, the trees are bent
And the wind is strangely muted.

A pack of baying kids
Invading human hearts
Like a virus
As a feeling.

The roof is buckled
And the walls are black with soot
And the kids are chanting hymns
To the planets.

The dawn is looming,
Not for Al
who's dreaming underground now.

John is gloomy and
His arms are rich with holes
That beam release.

The crooked chimney
Weeping dust and mortar,
The cabin is wrecked and old.

And drizzled from a rusty tap
Brown water soothes
The fevered skin of the kids.

A brooding pitchfork
Manned by Philip enters
Jennifer's left breast.

And Jeremy swooning
Over a quiet boy
Finds the courage to stroke his chest.

The cabin sinks
Into the ground
Awash with limbs
And blood and semen.

This armageddon
Won't be found.
The forest lies still
As the heart denies itself.

An orgy of thoughts took place
When inhibitions died
And love happened.

The mind-forged manacles
Set free
In a dialogue of flesh.