We load our rifles and fuck until tomorrow
We have grapefruits delivered to our doorstep
We discover a shell on the moonstone beach
We fall over, laughing at the midget with a lazy eye
You look for apple pie on the menu, but settle for ice cream
You wear underwear today
You pull in your stomach after swallowing the ice cream and
say “I’m fat”
You look at me with your eyebrows and I tell you, “you are
fucking crazy”
I mention something about seeing a dolphin last year about
this time
I care about whether or not you believe you are fat
I don’t care enough to tell you that I care
I become a god in a dress dancing on a unicycle near a
midget with a lazy eye
Everyone tells us we “are fucking crazy”
Everyone smells like jasmine vine and I think immediately of
your neck
Everyone gives blow jobs and you think of me and your knees,
but mostly your knees
Everyone sings like diamonds in the palm of a psychic
Bear tells me to stop punching parking meters
Bear growls when I tell him I don’t buy honey any more
because I feel sorry for the bees
Bear brings me a river in his paw and asks me to smell
Bear gives good blow jobs, for a bear
Where am I?
Where is something to wear?
Where is the house?
Where is the wolf?
I think I hear the piano playing
I wish to god in a dress dancing on a unicycle near a midget
with a lazy eye
I take off my head and ask you to stare because it is the
sky
You are a rose, perfect, without aphids.
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