me and the big, fat question mark..
i readily feel like screaming
when you on my face with saliva bark
on the tree's huge heart i lean
and i curse your crossed over brow
your convex mouth; very mean.

on the stars i see something you lack
grace; that is called,
was it also once, an album track
i laugh at the sound you bring
you, the empty wide pan, the endless nap;
and she, the weary lid,
nothing better to eclipse the stupid gap..