I will look incresingly like something eaten
I will be somebody's spoon of honey
unless I turn into another thing
appearing more often
in a lacquered black bra and bare
nerves I will cause my own eating
meeting people I will talk to them
about birds of paradise in green filigris
about bottichelli and maidens heavy with suggestions
about feelings puffed and sweet like cakes
full of cream
the listeners will stare
the tension will creep up like a yellow palm
it will stretch their tendons into strings
and play a sonatina
I will look increasingly like something eaten
Unless I turn into another thing right now
I snap out on time, I sign
my first name
on the act committed
and since it's winter
I vomit snow over my native town
I will be somebody's spoon of honey
unless I turn into another thing
appearing more often
in a lacquered black bra and bare
nerves I will cause my own eating
meeting people I will talk to them
about birds of paradise in green filigris
about bottichelli and maidens heavy with suggestions
about feelings puffed and sweet like cakes
full of cream
the listeners will stare
the tension will creep up like a yellow palm
it will stretch their tendons into strings
and play a sonatina
I will look increasingly like something eaten
Unless I turn into another thing right now
I snap out on time, I sign
my first name
on the act committed
and since it's winter
I vomit snow over my native town
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