through my ear, like a string pushing
particles aside, you send me your hair

you pluck me from your naval and I dangle, but, neither of us can fall further from heeeerreeee...

I'M AT ATTENTION (from that dream we blossomed, I know this, you notice something above the hospital you were probably born in)

I want to be pancakes with you, a road of syrup, a total mess that makes Gods teeth rot and fall out!

(your character-reference lipstick-imprints make me want that STINK, IT makes me want your obligation on my face)

I want to see the arms and mouths moving, but, no people...
No long faced wheels turning, no!
Just those bleeding young gum's, staring down at me...

(hide me in the pupils of your race cars, we won't grow apart and I'll say things plainly, maybe)

The hook is coming. Wait... this is not like a string! This is a Cadillac, the last wave of mix-tapers,

I'M LOSING IT (for the pleasurable eagle of freedom to perch on my forearm, I am willing and sanitized by your talons. No,) I am not...

lies! It's not a hospital,
it's a lake. It's a fish head.