and i think it strange

and it's strange to me that no one stops to ask why i'm all smile and giggles and what that's all about but oh people will try to talk me out of it, or trick me out of me, or lay their ink spilling hearts on my shoulder to mimic midnight but i've seen the girl of my dreams and when she talked the pavement got hot with our skipping and tree branches ached in freshly sewn knots and the earth swayed like the storm general marched ocean without airy tops and she lay on me as i fall into the nightmare of my rodent crawling down genetic tree to a place where the indian and african and european and alien stop.