sick to the stomach with excitment

show me something new


something so crazy it is impossible to dream

and when we do its like a thousand suns on liquid fire

dancing on top of our lucid moon-

scream across oceans, a new prospect

something with no patent, something expensive in imagination

yet nothing will bother us for we are rich in antispation

lead the way to these new temptations.


show me something different

something scary and translucent

i want to see through their disguises

i want to peel away these distractions like a ripe orange

and when i bite into this world i want

the juice to start a new solar system and

the seeds i spit out to become the stars

leaking out into the milky way.

dream of dreams while i sleep on wet grass,

moaning with pain for happiness at last.