You're all I want
Along with the rest of it all

You make me vomit
But my vomit makes me smile
My colorful alphabet soup
Scatered on the tile floor
I would like to
Present to you
A scripturally contradicting metaphor
I love you

I went rummaging through my dignity
and I found you
You seemed to have misplaced yourself
among absolute truths
Well I think I'm going to retire to
the artistic point of view
Place your hands as earmuffs
I don't want you to think me shrewd