I think things like "weigh my belt" 
That weight dowth felt thy girly wirly smell
hand made
sew maid for two plums pie
I cry I cry I almost pass away
way to the future down
down to below. Oh 
 how can I
 be so
na�ve before the summer glow
a basement bash of feet below 
below a hazard haggard waist

wasted on the belt loop of his father
a potter
plain before your very eyes
a seismic ray of disbelief 
 a cobble stone of sticks and leaves. 

No
I could be a sailor man
and I could eat things from a can
and inching toward a rubber band


Damsels in distress
they're not impressed by you
or shallow deeds 
 deeds begin to play 
beneath my skin and things that float away
and inching toward the silos of
a tribal super plane
a racecar a racecar
I'm finally in a racecar
let's go