There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.
Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.
There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.
Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
never stopping angry quiet
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
ink on paper nonsense words
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
lips are moving saying nothing
We lie in bed with our arms around ourselves, cradling the mangled bodies of children who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that they fell down our faces and got stuck there in the shapes of tears and little hairs and pimples.
Take one look around before you put your head under and take a sip of the chlorine.
Feel how bad it hurts in your chest and throat and brain,
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