Blood Worms

White suburb dungeon
Dead on main street
Local worms in satin switch blade rectories
Cough nails into the depraved collection plate
Salmon junkies catch hooks to the cheek
Night crawlers giggle bullet talk
But when the blood worms come out...
Sliding over parking lots and broken plazas
Night crawlers lie helpless on damp concrete
Waiting for twitch-toothed predators to come sharply
Attack as a wicked reflex
But no matter how they move
Reguardless of their crooked pathways
Protruding razor mouths stop nothing
After the roadside buffet
After the gruesome alley stunt show
They're only bait
We're only bait