Think I'll wash you out,
I'll drown an ocean
and I'll milk the moon,
I"ll think about you
at the wrong times,
I'll eat ice cream
from melting tubs,
do your lips taste
like sugar?
I don't know anymore;
don't think I ever knew.
Could you just be one of those things
that never goes away?
could I be one of those things?
I've been eating too much for a morning
and too little for an afternoon.
Coffee is good
for turning barrooms
into bedrooms,
and girls with boredom on their tongues
into oracles.
Sometimes I just want to eat
my soul
until I"m full and nothing,
To finally be
impoverished
and horny again
would be the best breath
my lungs
have ever ushered in.
Eat me.