When I step outside to give my head
some sunshine raw and gathering on grass
We measure ripeness with our amphetamine flush
and have means to jackal silently through cities
as unclouded as a plastic’s history
Giving my head to blueberry immunity
from sunshine ululating along window voices
I telephone fired with ripeness
I’m no messiah but I do know that this means
There are berries humming through unclouded dolls
My head can Along plastic silhouette scalped
with ululating burns The cars spilling shadows
across the wall My aching head in the telephone
Sasquatch messiah As bad as you oughta be can’t
cover it Stretched humming along a reversal of poles
The meeting was supposed to start
thirteen minutes ago Today it’s cotton
sprawled above the houses straining
october light I can only see portions
Wonder where we’re specifically blending