that kid is humour
your smile is screaming
that party a lie.
and we're dancing on
towards the outside of your eyes
dealing now with happy pain
that kid is humour.
break the wall, repeat
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.