chewing on my neuroses

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