Rat? Kitchen?
“There's a rat in mi kitchen, what I am gonna do?!”
The man blowing in to an invisible trumpet sends a torrent of saliva.
Those great scissors must have gutted the ocean, I dissection for a great, magnificent liver full of black oil and sugar
The world's of injections of needles of each building, why we are all medical plastic surgery, inflating this great plastic bubble of chemicals.
An army of lice with opposable thumbs?
Heavy burdens these are people with fruit for heads
Heavy burdens this is the bottle that exploded its juices in to a bag
Heavy burdens this is my family, a spread to put on a bagel, in a bag
Heavy burdens these are the wires to put art in to a square, a torrent of saliva
Becoming in to focus in to appearance
Are we living on the edge of a blade and cutting ourselves open every move?
Martians placing mushrooms becoming mushrooms becoming carousels becoming the anteater out of his mouth
The saliva is in anteaters is urinating from mouths
The needle plunged towards the woman's reflection
His mouth crashed in to a wall and the wall stayed in the same place it had always been
To make a new type of sound
Playing the trumpet which is a brick wall, making new music out of the crunch, reaching ear