Waving my hands over words
brushing the waves of fib'ry air
sore of meaning an' solitude
an' the drinkin' gitn us here

You must wonder so perched
open to opening to burr verse
tipping up jars that pour out
known tasting things gahhhr

flimsy claim here of edge
that molecule sticks up eh
trippin' i freeze to quiet
just see what you want