After The Afterlife

Welcome to the afterlife...

Sitting by the river, I think I smell some rain

Silver puddles glitter behind the old jail

Wet snails get wetter, crawling towards perfume

The air silks like snow

Moth wings crumble by a day-lit fire

Ash of dead wood pile

Higher, pyre for false gods,

Blazing mires

Welcome to the afterlife...

High afternoon times, afterlife times,

Twilight's best for Venus flytrap

Cloudless drops tear at my cheeks

Brusque speak a raven beak

Neon stars twinkle in the night

Sage smoke, rainbow, money signs

Welcome to the afterlife...