Abominable harmony

your brains
to a stealthy beat
that pulses in the stealthy night
in rhythms of black dreams, blue hums, and purple tallow
under stars that screech of dying spirits and mouths of disreputable traditions
entwined in a sighing universe whose self melts with the sounds of brazen dreaming by scions of incredible Antigone functions
in the hair of an abominable snowman born to be wild when it drinks its 19th nervous breakdown and asks who's to blame because
it thinks that girl (you) and me just ain't sane after eggs were dropped on our heads by stealth bombers.