I was half-asleep and self-inserted
touching things I couldn't see
soft light seeping down to nerves

Somewhere
a culture crushed by fertilizer
exploding like their bellies

Something new cries
that girl with the hate grin, the distended life
filled with lonely like she never knew

And pupils open wide
absorb damp news
it spreads from lips and lenses
pretty soon its writing you

Fields bloomed dust in the sharp rain
screaming from my belly
I was a drone
a pilot high on speed

Wiped out all the gooflings – how could they help me?

Sometime
I knew less but called it more
and felt complete

Dreaming cares I never had
loneliness that wasn't there

Maybe I'm the package

Half-awake
hand slides off her belly
touching things I cannot see