i loved your hair when it was on my chest;
we watched a movie when i brushed its black
because you sweeter sung a yelp at the video-thing.
treetop-tall, a pinball head
i liked the things you said,
i linked them all together in a ring I fell into
now love’s a sack of melons on my back, so fat
no one can lift, so useless
i loved your green voice squeaky
sometimes didn’t hear the words for your
and when you’d gone to sleep i told your name i said it
and saw you glitter winking out of slumber
to my vision
those eyes had less in them
my friend, that’s fine.