I Wondered What I Thought

Cold Glass, How You Insert Yourself Between Myself And Myself. I Scratch Like A Cat. The Blood That Runs Is Dark Fruit- An Effect, A Cosmetic. You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.

I Must Not Be Selfless: Develop A Sense Of Self. A Solidness That Can't Be Attacked.

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.