What the Fuck Was That?

I wasn't just a gelatinous mess on the floor

the information
contained in the music
in the face of incredible human ugliness

"this train sucks my ass"

occasionally something will fall on you,
like a plastic horse or a clown head

kids pummeling each other
but not in earnest

my tombstone in the garden
is a glass of water
that disappears into your body

becomes someone else's body
do you remember learning how to dive?

key off of hope infused with lust
where the energy to sustain it could collapse on any side

wheeling the refrigerator down the street
two selves divided by a crack in the glass

oh yeah, I love it, I even go up there and talk to it sometimes
I can't believe you gave it to me