See the naked lunch
Reality on the tip of a fork
And then go about your business
Eating it
As if it doesn’t exist
See the naked lunch
Reality on the tip of a fork
And then go about your business
Eating it
As if it doesn’t exist
Finger friends, your shapes inspire me
To write an opera
About how you have made
My life a dot easier.
But I won’t because
You are just
Crumpled up paper
Between my fingers.