This tree keeps me limber.
I have love but you’ll have to take the floor model
Inside the apple the worm tries to slim down.
I have an erotic stairwell.
I am a song and he loops in and out all day long.
This steroidal fire can be induced by people as
so many Allosaurus’s, thrilling, chilling, killing.
My bedroom at home folds in on itself,
origami fortune teller,
and when I leave this petrifying zoo
I will have to try to find my way back in.
My bed was taken from my rib,
a helpmeet just for me.
And these pills
Oh these pills!
See how they make me bend.
A ghost climbs up the tree and
I get wet with desire.