I can fly I can scream I can warm water fight I am bird liver lean Never even, & always obscene Dripping wax ever so mean I am light. I am fright semi sweet slurred. I am wonder and fright. Two feet on the gas, One half on the brake. Soft gauges blurred Under half moons of night I am rigid I am sure I am gut stabbed & sore. Forever this king has Demanded more. I am reckless in night. I am fearful in tattered Living room jeans. I am flattened and worn & so belly tight. I am sweet pearl milk Gouged under knife crossed wires inside I am wanting. I am taunting. Winless & choked in red mountain scorn. I am whipped I am soft egg surprise Torn up at dawn Bowled & cracked & sizzled & flipped Over just right. I am runny. I am drizzle. Cut red with a knife. Splattered on toast & otherwise ripped. I am rimmed I am trimmed I am bottle sea round. Smashed against stone Big toes & footprints ripping her ground. I am red, I am green Violence of shapes show who I've been. I am shaken. I am stirred, Soft nightmare inferred. I am ruby not red But definitely spiked. There are red & there's blue, sometimes there's white None of them fit like pure black & white I am fruited and dressed Buttoned and snapped In white carpet best. I am lonely. I am longing. Wearing the whitest red vest. I am saccharine. I am blue. Papered quiet on coffee stained hues Clumsily flopped in quiet bed sheets Pierced photo hums Memories & pump chest Devil disguises I've already been there. Quakes & rumbles & sorority crows. Novels & wakes & nobody knows. I am fine. I like wine, & I'm way out of site I giggle I jiggle & i love your wiggle Squared in my turnips tonight. I am dubious in metal arm vests I am wrinkled. My fries are so crinkled They burn out my buds My soda soft duds. My cotton sewed beds & bath water suds. I am light. Pages blue ignoring red evening lights I don't know the pink ignoring This flight. Broken light screens Or seismic wing sites. What caused this dismay Or lamp reading rites. I am made of spider leg bites And wilt water beams.