that kid is humour
your smile is screaming
that party a lie.

and we're dancing on that line
towards the outside of your eyes

dealing now with happy pain

that kid is humour.

break the wall, repeat the suiting,
screamings crawling - from your next - your next room
break the wall, smellings lying on the street, on the street
puking everything at your next door.

you're a headless bird and a running duck drowning in a slop
considered by childish laughter quintets of grinning lies.

smile.