Rows of condos
And birds as helicopters
I had a headache when you left.
Give up something
And it's luke warm blood
Telephones have eyes to rip out feelings to
Dropping off like guns and flies

Take her down
To the river
And she would step right over the water.
If you take him on down to there,
She would drag him right down to the bottom.
Take her down to the river, water, there.

Full of visuals and half wit harlequins.
It's full of smiles and laughter we'll weed them out,
Like dandelions.

And your arms like batteries,
And you arms are chandeliers.
Bought a ticket to the picture show,
To rip down feelings,
Move these walls inside myself,
I lost my car keys underneath,
The palm tress and city lights,
Avert my eyes to move northwest.

We're dropping off like guns and flies.

Take her down to the river.
And she would step right over the water.
If you take him on down to there,
She would find his way into the bottom.
Take her down to the river, water, there.

(Right smack down, in the middle.)
This is a poem.
A combination of a sentence,
Broken up to form a rhythm.
(Right smack down, in the middle.)
You are a poem.
Little pieces of my senses,
Broken up to form an image.

Take her down to the river.
She would step right over the water.
If you take him on down to that goddamn river,
He would drag you straight down to the bottom.