Intermittent gardeners dance at fronds and bridesmaids. Out of humming comes boy-fault and head colds come from pills. If you take apart my eyes you can never sneak, pearling, from humps. Turnkeys watch locusts in low-cut denim eat, feel, and breathe across shoe and shot. Up, up ground, up tin brackish boardroom dedications in pollen not that smart, not that smart. Upstage girling me, I can razor until neat. Splinter jazz much simpler winging around as metal meat. Pshaw and go teenage lantern and walk into family to find girls in pink. Bring it can you plant six sexes fine to wring into trip got canceled in departure when white laps left without khakis spotted across the tarmac — no Hawaii!
Heat runs low, stars break under the sun today, got your jet and went horseracing, slept past liking nowhere. Fickle prisons, priests and shadows lean to crane and stretch their necks in Hollywood to spy my jet. He’s an astronaut man, baby. No more children’s songs or flowers floating in the sky. Peer up and out from the awning. Finally I ruined it all.
Grab fistfuls of crumbs from the bread plate and never be safe again. Blood just came right up, kid, and they think each day makes the same tinkle noise as no piano. I’m playing to waste each person’s youth. Hurtle notes. Find patterns in cross fades.
Mace my makeuped face.
