Sheep wool, bald heads, melt my plastics
If you can't get away who are you
If you can't understand me who am I
Carpets, colorful, ****** designs
Where will you go when you step over
All the pebble stones all the wood planks
I have a tiger in my backyard
Where will I go when I sit down
There's nothing alive and nothin in life

These floors with hair, with treadings
My nail polish chips like evolutionary beheadings
Always carry, always walk, with shining gloom
Outside nobody can breath or see you
We're all blind, blind like eyeless walls
You can't destroy these floors without destroying us all.

Would it be just like me
Cuts, scratches, bruises, on a tree
Worms around the trash bin and porch
It would be like me, all this to torch

Would it be just like you
Tears, frowns, quivers, as if on cue
Crows circling around the bald spot of your head
It would be like you, the heaviness of lead

Would it be just a part of my suffering
Beats, shanks, stabs, all this I'm wondering
As you stalk the perimeter of my body
It would be my suffering, all your evil to embody

A lizard on a porch chair and
An ant on my left arm.
Why do I come here when
Really, I'm out here alone.

It was edamame
Who ate the frozen peas
in Siberia.

My blue jay
Eats pumpkin pie
And dances with
Escargo
That’s why
The moonlight
Tries to swallow him
alive.

A melancholy house
Weeping at the sight
Of a mailman
Turning around.

Heart-shaped leaf,
   Once a dancer with wind,
Now curls in his edges
   To protect from the Sun’s glare.


Child with a heart,
   Holding hands with trust upon a time,
Alas folds her arms across her *****
   To protect from the Attacker’s blows.


Heart that pumps blood,
   Once a dealer of life,
Now laces with the black market
   To protect itself from Hades’ incubus.