Loud and Evil

Distending a horror on rails
Into two sets of disagreeable
Ovens, toads on a stage spray
Mouthfuls of heaving metal
Into the trough, the trough
Of metal. There is weight in stones.
The mystical load brings down
The walls of conformity, welds a
Locomotive from nightmares
Out of eyes with candy for cesspools,
Myopic candy dance onto the oven
Stage of frog eyes and heavy,
Heavy rails. The caravans reel us
On through the trough, the trough!