Hey baby, Alice is home.

she's so dry she could catch fire.

The colours on the TV are tired.

The voice on the radio higher.



Bored, bored and boring again.

Itching like she could grow wings

the cat smiles disembodied

one wave of its tail stings.



You paint me so faceless

ignorance is contagious

attractive hand of the dying.

You spit your cold pity

like folded rainbows at me

so ugly

souls of the crying



The world is shrinking again.

Don't mock- you can eat me.

The swim is long and lucid

to float with the tide is easy.