Rolling clouds of flame
Deaf to the pleas from another world
Things never said
Interrupted by things never heard
I am a toy inside a dogs mouth
A giant stomach turning 50
The counting begins
Things pass through
Faster
Heads talking to
heads with no mouths
Removing the rock from my third eyelid.
Listening to the grill rain down
The hot oily mist
Tatoo musical notes
On my dry skin
When I blink my cherry eye
All I see is cherry pie
Pro gel technology
Probiotic alternative nation
Smelling the sweet
Over abundance of rain we prayed for
in another life
We must learn to
Capture it in barrels
Store it like our fat cells
For those days
We know are coming
When love is lean
Like a dry creek bed
Schwervon! 