Sweetness in The Palm of Your Hand

Went to the dentist
the other day
he told me I have a cavity

I got sweet tooth
sweet tooth
for you baby
Uh huh!
I got a sweet tooth
sweet tooth
for you baby

Jolly rancher lover
watermelon crush
bubble yum
bubble yum
for your touch

I got sweet tooth
sweet tooth
for you baby
Uh huh!
I got a sweet tooth
sweet tooth
for you baby

Sugar High,
Candy low
Sweet too much
you gotta go go go
before I crash
(Oh No!)
Before I crash!
(Oh no!)
Before I crash!
(Oh No!)
Don't wanna break
break
break
your sweet honeycomb

I got a sweet tooth
sweet tooth
I can't stay away
I got sweet tooth
sweet tooth
for you baby!!!

Come on baby,
Give me a cavity!

Big Waves Small Bikinis

hey there you. beach comber. sea fare drifter. I look up into the magnificence of water- globular, translucent, gravitational. tongue out wagging. I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty as a cup goes, down drain, drifting in the succulent pond of a Caribbean bay. remember that vacation we took in your living room? when we turned on all the lights, and laid on pillows, pretending to float on those rubber inflatable rafts I'm always dying to buy in sky mall magazines on trips i take to new york or other places not so warm? That was nice. I liked that. We liked each other so much then. Liking is such a thing as goes. and goes. the sun was out like a drag queen today. blaring. It was comforting to look at it through my front windows. all steamed up from the inside. and the birds switching back and forth across the white space above the houses. called sky, grey clouds. blue. my stomach rumbles. my skin crawls. I crack my neck irresistibly. The home I'm looking for comes in 16 months advance introspection and the owners are asleep in the loft space, unbeknown st to buyers perusing the open house. right by the edge of the lake. right up there to the very touch of the water. quite a show. i check my bank account, as a part of feeling productive. it's always a bit suspenseful. but there's no time to worry about money. I've got existentialism to consider. or, i wish i mean. oy oy oy oy oy. mother, oy mother. God I miss shopping. the aching arm shoving swishing the fabric out and away, squinting to see that glowing hint of a perfect dress. Imagining all wearing contexts. taking off my clothes in public. the competition. mmm. it fills me with creative prowess. eve a couture. mmm. just like a piece of sushi with sake. roll em out. yea yea, dearest the day was a dump without you. it was fine. it was....splendiddditty. it was song about bad dentistry and swear words (their excessive use by toddlers in the hood) and a time when women were just lampshades. just bufferers for the light of men who stand on two legs. those torch bearing Olympiads. ouch. ayyee. someone give me a bag of marbles. I lost mine. pphhhheh.

Better Night

Stopping by the park on a snowy evening. the lamplight is glorious amidst the sugary snow falling around. as if in circle. this globe. Is one with out the other? the boots squeal by this walk. I am startled by my own sound. Thoughts come and wonder and terribly dwell, yet passing, not for a bit too long to be noticed by these cold downward stars. I am glad I walked to see this. I am satisfied by my choice. An elegant dog passes. The park is empty besides he and I and his young owner wearing sweatpants. Here we are. Together at last.

Okay Day

As if a coil were drawn in the sand representing something much like a fish scale, singular, and shiny and profound. I asked you here to make sense with. Yet somehow I am lost in the blank spaces of words. between the / time .Leave me. A casserole. There, hug flakes drifting down to the burning touch of a cheek. Why won’t you wake me without this dream? I am intolerable above ground. Says the worm. I am slighter than your two hands can manage. In the lily pad surface of the earth, eyes bulge in their dying wish. And wonder. I slept tewleve hours last night in mind of buildings and appointments and impending vacations. Hearing all the fuzzy breaks of wave on tormented beach. There are ships at distances with every mans wishes on board. I wish I was a mind reader somedays. Heatbreak is a fading suggestion from indifference. Speaks the ocelot. Speaks the reader. Joyless, Esctatic, it’s all the same return to nothingness. Sizzling through our fingers as they dig tirelessly of the soil.