Right now I wish I was a cockroach

So when they finally get in

They wouldn't see me on the ground

You know, they always stare up and to the right,

But never look down



I would just scurry scuttle by the wall,

Around their lazy feet and out the door

And have the planet to myself again -

Find my inner peace with exoskeleton



I feel so little on the inside

But my skin is persistently life-size.

I think my body wants to get us caught

To match the outer with the inner rot



It wants to stand forever in this non-life

Always looking up and to the right

At this landscape consisting only of swallowed flesh

Unswallowed fleshed, and happy bugs



I have one flare left in the gun,

I've got the wooden stool I'm sitting on,

I have a ratty blanket and a botle of whiskey

And the only reason I'm still breathing's

So intent on leaving me

She walked into the Undead Sea all alone



When she left I stood a monolith

Slow breaths - the oxygen economist,

But from my toes there sprang a mutiny

Recruiting every organ as it rose in me

Rising 'til the very last cell is caught

From my Southest gut to my Northest thoughts



This fit is tidal like the climax only her hands can give me

And I can't stop it.

I'm just air in the lung of a volcano -

The pulse clear, the heart myopic



Twenty years of ego regurgitating

With pride as a fist around my throat

Puffs me out like the fish sheloves,

Rattling my frame as I'm praying out her name.



"Jenny, I want to love this low

'Cause it shows me how high your high is

But when you force me to see

The whole amplitude of love like this



I know it's too much for my tiny heart

I wanna live to lick your skin again,

But I can't taste that far



Jenny, I want to love this low

'Cause it shows me how high your high is

But when you force me to see

The whole amplitude of love like this

You've seen all the bug guts I can show.

This frequency of fits has cracked my walls

So will I walk or will I crawl...

And lick the bottom of it all?"