The dialing of eyes was reset!
I was swaying in my beset,
tender mucus slug rest,
but my fingers were watching salt–
They’re such inquisitive little things!
Thoughts slanting on impulsive
foolish adrenal nerve endings!!
Let’s climb through those little baggies,
those little baggies that remind me
of Ziplock but for Barbies…
We can be post-mortal!
Barbies are post-mortal
and they’ve got little fannies
like stick-figures made of lines–
We should file lines
and lines and lines
of her grated plastic!
Mr. Benjamin wouldn’t mind!!!
In his time, cocaine was legal!
Oh, but I would mind…
That shit is lethal.