You made sure I had glitter in my face
Glitter in this place, of, grazing cows on paper packaging and bricks on walls with signs of paint
Glitter on your beard
I left you one more time
You clapped once every eight moments
Looked at the arch of metal and up again
Continued moving always proceeding progressing advancing
And pulling off the last pieces of fabric harshly
Is what I heard.
I told the skies I was waiting for my prince to come back.
The innocence of straws told me to ignore
Those who let themselves be owned
I walk by myself with you after behind, uncommon
Quite happily quite empty in clouds, but not on clouds
Quite nauseous actually
Rumors are fine, you said,
When they are untrue
But when they are versions of the truth they burn scarves with cigarettes.
Talk to my eyes
Or Mr Noodle will become my plan A for many many milliseconds.
Wait my bad conscience is speaking
I seek no falcons amongst caterpillars
I look for fragility in space
Fragility in pretty lips
Thinner wrists and you can cuff mine if you wish.