look before you leap oh kerosene lover,
mingled poison ivy up the goddamn lattice,
slit ankle bramble patch, hurtling through the ages,
forge a new moon while the old one watches,
what was that song we knew when we were younger?
a withered bloom demigod kicking through the shallows.
delicate lanterns in the putrid summer heat,
glamor web spiders with way too many teeth.

Am I your boy yet?
Or a burned out filament waiting for a change?
I am Tadashi on the boat in a world without a telescope,
fake holes in the atmosphere and real ones in your throat.

i am not the one to keep oh kerosene lover,
an inflatable hydra and a coppertone beach,
cruise ships sinking in the January thaw
spindly legs whirring off the oil-soaked reaches,
scraping bottom of the dinghy, stretching out the fabric,
an octopus nailed to the back of the throne,
no horseshoe holds for more than a decade,
don’t need a new world for the humpback whales.

What colors did you see that far underwater?
When did your carcass drift to shore?
I am Tadashi on the boat in a world without a telescope,
fake holes in the atmosphere and real ones in your throat.

hundred miles deep oh kerosene lover,
full brain sudoku and a levee on the brink
cut your own form from some superabundance
hugging its teddy bear close to its chest,
cracking jokes about my suicide till everyone's uncomfortable
hit the reset button
invalidate the hurt seeping out of every orifice,
skip every track on this wretched old thing.

How many wings before I’m not human?
are we anything more than pixels and hope?
I am Tadashi on the boat in a world without a telescope,
fake holes in the atmosphere and real ones in your throat.

Am I your boy yet? Am I your boy yet?
Are we too young to want to die?
In another life I’ll never live Kaori’s there instead
mascara leaking down my cheeks, one hole in my head.