cherry jello

What you’re wearing

speakers blaring

stepping up your

conscious sharing

toys like candy

look at Andy

car wash songs

so clean & squeaky 

few of you might

last the weekend

smoking packs

hair’s all groggy

time in window

getting foggy

drums chase blue ones

girls all new ones

getting lost is something funny

think I lost your money honey

separate states of being present

like a king or when he isn’t

once I knew the strings and fingers

jumping baby you’re delicious

come I like the way I’m feeling

shutting out the hungry squealing

fucking bored of blue eyed kitty

chased the girlfriend in the city

acting so pneumonia smiling

then he phoned up hot and dialing

let’s get straight and go unconscious

let’s play songs and metamorphosis

dreams excite my boring day job

she denies she has a heart throb

digs him but she hates the tension

so she fucks up his dimension

lips like cherry jello pouting

shut the door I hate the shouting.