like level love and values of grafted skin
i'm listening to the abstract rhymes of my favorite
fuck up poison meet me and make me move
like the nothing i believed in
with carried torches and current cracked cliches
i am
i am safe to the town
to the world
where my will was waking
with wonderful lovely
and syllables saved up to serve the self satisfaction
i am making this mean
mean nothing to the walls that i contain
inside my head
feed the dead love
and love it like little whispers
walking in whirlwinds
i am part of your tornadoes and your tomatoes
and your gardens of sex and sweet teeth
feed the eyes with the uses of absorbtion
i am something