no I don’t
I’ve seen what those heads look like
the special instruments required to clean them
how hard it is to keep flowers alive in them
how little effect Debussy has
I wish I didn’t even have a head
so much as a floating pyramid
with an inner incandescent furnace
where tiny robotic scarabs tend
the cocoons of wonderous future concepts
here drink this you’ll glow
this spray can make anything invisible
free money comes in balloons
the various agatizing processes
providing myriad translucence
to what’s usually crushed
but actually it’s my heart that needs help
it don’t cry right
punch me in the gut I feel it in my ear
none of it adds up
not the machete and the mouse
not how everything’s made of broken glass
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