well, why don't i just implode then? you say,
looking like a dismal coke can with your red lips and
sexy words.
That's probably when I started spinning out,
pieces of your hair clutched in my hand
and extending like ribbons as I am dragged away
still holding, still unravelling you-
and you unravel, spinning like a spinning top,
like spun yarn spinning off its spool.
Why are you so spiteful towards me?
I'm your man!
Oh, dreams are just kaleidoscopes anyway;
Just triangles, circling, and I travel through them
like a train through a tunnel. Alright, that's enough,
I'm bored now and I'd like to wake up.
I'd like to wake up, please,
because this smooth tunnel transition
is kind of like a car rides from childhood;
you don't realise you closed your eyes
and suddenly you wake up, and there you are,
somewhere new, but you haven't adjusted yet and
your toes are still digging themselves beneath
the sand somewhere in a happy place.
Why don't you care that I'm here or that
I'm not? Why are you so spiteful towards me?
I'm your man!
Anyway, I don't care.
well, why don't i just implode then? you say,
looking like a dismal coke can with your red lips and
sexy words.
