down to death

twix and sunkist in hand
me and old man carruthers
we were doing horse-steps at the photomat
we were marrying ideas
in the long wheat shadow of agriculture
we glowed in the golden hour
we were anything

famous amos and code red in paw
we hung ourselves over death's maw
we took it to the max
we took it past the max back to the min
we went there and went in
in the long bloodpool in the back
we were definitely guilty

funyuns and jolt in maw
me and old man carruthers
we laid down in the horsekeeper's crypt
we traced stencils in the walls
in the long grey light of amorality
we both tried to hang the other
we twisted the ninth circle

you know what mom always says
feet go down to death
steps lay hold of hell