three bacteria points

                                  I fell down the stairs like a violent song of metal

                                  waking to the strings of a clean unforseen dream

                                  asking the strangers if they felt good about things

                                  only to be turned into a bagel faced drink like crevace

                                  how strange these folks become united in the menace

                                  how I love them through opposite direction goal folds

                                  we all fall into the open air blue fading through new decay

                                  the times march sarpant stairways of stone sunny days

                                  gathering storms drench our gills for a relief limping oil

                                  where the moon shakes the sun into a comet on the run

                                  where the position I hold leads to hanging gallow drums

                                  where completion brings thoughts to sing like a compass

                                  just at that exact moment when autumn drops leaf petals

                                  I fell down the stairs like a violent song of metal