black crows

on

black pianos

dancing

singing songs

that

strangely sound

like

music and

get

me dancing

I don't know what I see
And I don't see much
I leave the first page blank
Because I know it won't dissapoint
(Okay, so. Okay, right. I know
I know. Okay)
I wasn't born yesterday
But I might as well have been, everyday
Its not at all like oranges
Because they don't grow backwards everyday
Wildlife, if not caged,
Has the uncanny ability to completely ignore us
If we could ignore ourselves as such,
We would be more worthy to cage wildlife
Space travel is off
We're getting more primitive, but with technology
This time!
Why am I so negative? I'm not.
I didn't eat dinner. By choice (echo).
This will go to the Black Hole
The wierdos congregate at the Black Hole
This will join them.

Perfume

Don't put your perfume on my ice cream

you know what I mean, your perfume

is a dream, unlike my ice cold

reality, unlike your perfume

well, ice cream may be too optimistic, but I'm

not pessimistic, I just don't need your perfume

dream. We just breath - hic -

we change quick. We - ahhh - perfume

Dream.  Our thoughts stick your thoughts

my ice cream is suddenly slick. Your perfume

air-thick. don't. put. your. thoughts. on. Me. Just

just just. Smile. And breath breath the perfume steam.

And when it ends you'll be thankful for

the more painful road not taken.