Blew you a kiss like a beam in the cyclotron.
Caught it in my teeth.
Sawed you in two through the stereo-opticon.
The 3-D felt swell.
But seeing just gave my poor id the libido-fight.
Keep it beneath.
Down in the rocks with the rest of the troglodytes.
Cave men meant well.

It's a tangled string from your sweater thing.
It's a cardigan, let me put it on.
It's a no good strand like wedding band.
We can fix it fine if we cut this line.

Straitened my spine, learned to walk like a gentleman.
The posture suites you.
Sat down to rest, found myself in the settlement.
'Long did you stay?
6,000 years, found your name in my sweater vest.
That's what took you?
That and the fear of my learning that you're the best.
Girl come your way.

I see the earth like a Tommy gun.
Shooting reflecting the Kevlar sun.
The hygiene, the body of space must glow.
The moon is a clipping from my big toe.
I don't disagree that the world is complete,
I just wish I could add one thing.
Apart from a child, and apart from a book,
and apart from a song to sing/tangled string.