home run

There's no place like it

brainless heartless and cowardice and lost

walk through the dark forest

on broken yellow bricks

homesick as anything

the trees hide flying monkeys

mean apples

we're trying mantras

Oh my

it seems we rested well in poppy fields and the vanity

of Emerald castles

horses changing color by the minute

little green men denying audiences

long ago

and far away

a corpse hangs on set

that sweet face drank herself

a river of tears for a good bit

chased with uppers falling down steps

vomiting in the limo

the miracle of pharmaceuticals

she's had enough time to sleep it off

understand strategic destinies

well played, Miz Judy

regaining her true imprint

now unwrapping the hidden gift

if you thought that version

was beautiful and tragic

this one's gonna knock you out