Silly Song (For Laura Foust)

One Two, Uno dos Quatro!

I feel like a piece of shit all the time
If you could only see how you look in my mind
Ya, you're naked, and I'm sitting in a tree looking through your window

All the other girls flaunt all they have
Manufactured barbie dogs with snarky smiles
I cordoned off the best parts of my museum for a girl
I've even got crushed velvet ropes connecting tree to tree
And you're still naked, and I'm sitting in a tree looking through your window

Girls can be a lot like clouds they dissipate
Just let the wind blow them away
Like a rodeo clown in a barrel
Or a cricket riding a tumbleweed
Or a kitten in a pumpkin, yes I said a kitten pumpkin
eating all the punkin seeds

Underneath the city streets where the earth breathes
There's a lake where subterranean creatures dwell
I saw you standing by an ancient shoreline
And the fishies swam around your head like tiny balloons
And you're still naked, and your breasts have detached from your body to go feed orphaned kittens

So we shed our bodies and jumped into the sea
Where a collage of merpeople were waiting patiently
playing wind instruments in an underwater symphony
Picture a merman playing a tuba on a rock
Wet sea foam harmony against a distant dock
and two cats in a rowboat and pirate hats and a telescope

now we're just little bliss porcupines floating in a stasis leak beyond time and space

we have turned into some kind of liquid and drip upon each other

Wake up to the sun and the sun is an egg in the sky and we have become two dancing sausages on a skillet in a diner

and then we get eaten.

THE END!