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.

halt halt halt betweenthe trees and notes and trees

when i was a child i drowned in less than a foot of water. a few days later i saw an animal strung up by it's ankles and slaughtered. my parents stressed the fight against tooth decay. my grandmother died with every one of her teeth embedded in her fractured face. in college i'd stare out the window at manhattan chase fornicating with the moon giving birth to rusting gates. fatherland where we all fall down and dig instead of pray. a skinny girl screaming in her sleep, waking, rushing to the door mumbling "it's okay, everythng is okay." and you know what? i'm smarter than all those things from which i came and look at me...even sorrow can't keep me away from drinking in my one gilled bride.

here i dreamt i was a loner until the wind blew me a free to go
now i'm just better than all the men with all the golds in their mouths