I found the rug
and replaced the key
with what i found on the roof of your mouth

intuitive orphan
homesick for his foreskin

shaking, life-sized
everything is in tune with
your forground is my
background

your cellphone arm is my
more than unlucky

I should have called your thoughts pythons, when you caught me loose within my soul.

one you love wanders
wonders

.building up is not just for the living
dead the for just not is up building
building up is not just for the living
dead the for just not is up building
building up is not just for the living
living the for just not is up building
building up is not just for the living
dead the for just not is up building
building up is not just for the dead