Sailing in a Sea of Saline

Get out of my torrrrrrrrrso
Not without the butter knives
Biding my time on the merry go rrooooooundddd
Watch the flowers turn into fetuses with milks and such
Like CHHHHHHoooocolate chips in my mouth hole
You’d never see the light of day with or without:
THE PEAAAAARS in my nostril cakes
Watch me float like a sex rabbit
In a small boat with nothing to lose
And everything to gain

My Uncle The Asbestos Frog

Willow the bigot down in the ghettos
As if Mr. Toothpick even knew, yeah right
Donny the Ferris wheel couldn’t catch a break
Not without a little bit of perverse fly swatting, oh fuck no!
Sal just wants his leg back, but we all know that’s a lost cause
Because Little Tinder is all fucked up with my uncle the asbestos frog

Will Smith?

Monkeys having orgasms
A very sticky situation
Come on, don’t disrespect me
With your disrespectful disrespect
That was dumb
I thought that
I was going to pick sleeping beauty
I should have known that actually

dogs in a playpen with rifles and
politicians eating breadcrumbs and biscotti
while the old folk read their slumber time stories
next to life-sized paintings of cobblestone jesus
walking through a plate full of soggy brownies


and then we all ride the helicopter
back to the basketball short ovary vacation
spa resort some other bullshit with pants
and cakes and more pants on top of cakes
and more pants in plants
under a very large caterpillar
named samantha who smells
like mouthwash all the time

And the Clown Falls Down

There are so many mittens
Stuck atop the heads of florists
Whose flowers grow, but in reverse

I decided to sit this one out
So that I wouldn’t have to hide
Behind the daffodils like last time
I sat in the subway car with my feet up

Feeling the spaces between my teeth with my tongue
And thinking about how those spaces
Are bigger than I remember them being

And in my head there’s an ugly clown
And the clown falls down
In front of all of his loved ones
Which kind of sucks