eating ice cream out of skull,
empty eye sockets remind me to buy used condoms.
I take back all the things I said about clouds,
they don’t look like dinosaurs.
Then again you never believed in romantic artillery shells,
but who could blame you, being the product of too much soap.
just think back to the time when all elephants were happy in rooms,
a time when we were old and strung out on dental waiting room magazines.
I feel sorry for chewed gum spit out,
even when I curse it.