Byrne lives in New
was damn good –
part she choked on)
A pit of despair.
hand we'll go –
hard – We'll do it now!
Two nuts in a sac.
(There) Lies discussion, lazy.
(Behind lips) – Linens.
is to spare.
(Day) After your special day.
(Butter moves) – Downtime.
Despite what you may have thought
Daylight is techno!
I am tired
Standing on the shoulders of
Old fogey giants.
A rose sprung from your mouth –
that you rose
To befriend once again. Could
You leave me my dreams?
There is nothing left to write
Down on stone – your knife.
The answers young bird your
Breathing's in question
move through doom
Put down the mirror – Hold up
Comb the sun through it
Sun stroke tales – rocky sail boats
This plus this is this
You are walking along the ragged
edge of tonight. The moon is a pendulum –
Trust coming in neatly wrapped gifts,
you want them to stay that way –
Berryman is in your cup of tea – whispering:
"Hiss, hissh, I weally wike yew."
You think about swallowing but
love the way he dances on
your tongue. You want to be
the song he's lost in – so
You start to sing – Gulp. Gone.
You forgot the words – (panic)
You let him drown – (oh no).
In a moment of weakness the moon catches you –
You are drifting towards it with sweaty frog palms.
You put it on your tongue – it's valium – it's
You want to unwrap those small
gifts are temptation – resistance is
neither the suit you wear or something pocketable.
Beginning to unwrap themselves (of course)
you care less about what
they have inside. The mess of the wrappings
satisfy enough. The trust
has been ripped.
You come to on the smoother curve of the sun
Slide soaking into
The problem with words is
they lie. In the ground you are
burying apples. Smiles
go miles. Just get away.
Overstimulii is two blue octopuses.
The family is a carton. The mother has
one arm and no voice. Call her
small ears, faggots. Carrots.
The floor is soft when
the floor is peas. Peace is hard
when words lie. People die left outlet.
In your chest pocket you saved your savior. Now what
to do. Is done ever going to?
You left your tentacles out in the rain.
Hear those icicles.
Look nice for tears.