I wanted my mess
and to keep people out of it!
my own poison darts circling
my brain wagons
influential parasite
travel knives are important
I can’t be worried about fruit
I can’t be worried about the drum section
horns in the night
acid etchings
nonsense will carry you
only so far
the amplifier has indigestion
the cantaloupe sits in puddles
you need to be fantasy flexible
I saw how you stepped
on your own tail
You were the reason I left this room
the steps swept clean
upgrade the monsters
something new and improved
warm tools
gold star bone to be had
I like your loose brain
transgressions in the mirror
sniffable contraceptives
I don’t know if I can handle
being reassured on that level
Does that pen have bagels on the end of it?
