want to be free?
it's america.

to fill all the way up
to spill over
to walk away from the on tap
to go back to bed

where's your cold sweet aluminum water
i keep it in the shower
i keep it in it's little place?

i drink it to rid myself of hiccups
and of pain

someone finish my parchment roll
don't be late

underneath the tub is a mermaid stomach
that holds my ears' breath
and makes it not get in

tall and soft
and pastel
ice cream cone
you are so
proud

i like you
i want to drop you
and watch you froth
meltingly
into the gutter
into a froth
the color
of unicorns

oh don't worry

i love dirty teddy bears

and their dirty blonde ponytails

and their threaded toes

yea
roll over and hug the wall or whatever

I like it Cold when I Sleep, anyway.

you think it's security?
you think those are bells and that's green?
tabitha's cat has lots of colors
and is eating chicken livers
in the back of the moss covered car

you know what a tin roof sheilds?
the starlight and also the rain

you know that this moss used to be leather?

this floor is now dirt
tonight is a new moon
and somewhere where there is a milky way tonight

every time i say your name
my tounge fucking flexes
unghh!
y'know?
and it's a wet factory in my mouth
like every time i say your name
seriously babe

i think your pink plastic lampoon
needs a cock ring on it
pukewad.
duke tushey
puke mushy
little labretto
forest of thorns

don't leave me!

i'm so charmed by your shitty art
this is a really nice place do you own this place?
no my dad does.
your shitty art is really great i'm going to talk to you in my charmy nubile voice
an octave higher oozing chimey sex dingles, ok?
your upstairs bummer hole is really digging me out!
i love climbing your plastic stairs.
lets go to your place to fuck, always!

i tried to draw a book of lovers
in red and black and nude and pink
not suprisingly
i failed
and my pens all got lost
and the book's pages were all see through
so there's all these lovers embracing on top
of one another and i'm
here ignoring them
unsuccessfully

pithy

tattletale river
where's your orca strings quartet at tonight
you veritable vinagery victim
behind a dumpster and moldy
i smell it
i sit on an angry rock
it penetrates my fleshy bon bon.
it gives me scrapearoonies.

when i open my mouth all the way
i tell you the opposite with my very
open mouth about how rocks don't fly
rivers do and light did
but now the universe is overrrr
that's how we're here on this iseland together.

where's the dolphin duo microphone quartet at
i'm just sitting at the cafeteria
all bored like a fool eating my pudding
i could use an update or some flavor
i have plenty of pithy florescence
you know me and my anti-filiality
i need friends come on where is my performance.

EVERYTHIN IN MY LIFE IS STU CK IN ALL CAPS

i'm not crying
i'm just trying to drain the doubt out of my eyes