the fury of the bahamas and left a goat for hire wooly boogers
on our damp pajamas We found a place on the wire.
you are my arm, said me, chanting delicately Digit, digits,
digital, digitalis, a mention, Attention, this is a phallus I bumped my
nose 'gainst a big chrysalis. Highlighting and underlying my deep
insignificance, Out of the wind... We begin to see the likes of thee, and
With your head in your shoe