Dead fish floating on the surface of the sky,

your smile is like a red bag of nails,

your heart is black mud,

your skin – cool as glass.

Bubbles fizz in my bottle, they

measure time,

the time in which we

don’t say a word.

This silence can kill but

there’s no such thing as silence anyhow.

Deep down I want my ideas to eat you.

Deep down I want to say something complex,

profound, something that’ll

make your eyes shine like crystals

and not them

dirty old pennies.

Here, rattle your thoughts and drink up.

The sun’s coming out and

I want to see

what it looks like.