shave dust from the sides of your soul
until you enter cool hell,
let's cover our twigs in butter
and go out to the garden of the frail girl
we'll beat her and beat her and beat her
together until her stripes become our bodies

watch bark water squirm
around few trees, magnetic storms
turn everyone's bathing suits yellow,
I'll take a vitamin hatchet
to the gates of the ancestor's forehead
and let the zoos spill out
into the air, turn the pipeline criminal

more and more you'll feel
refrigerated vacancies in the crying halls
of all memory, laughing absence of angels
like grandma everyone drowning her face
in the parlor's ultra expensive fishpool

spray non-metal silver on your ribs
until you radiate bicycle, branches nudge
your dream-tanks on bulging sides,
the dream of the sweet totalitarian,
the dream of a fuck with everyone,
the dream of tiny elevators oozing
through a fecal radio station,
dreams that are all bacon and newspaper,
the final dream which will be rung
by a disc mouth on plinking teeth
through the phone line superstore
from the infinite of a foam cup while everyone
falls down