i'm sorry I puked on your comforter
but i was feeling full
the deputy and the governor
both put me in their books

they said they'll'd see me sunday
as they melted under the door
recomposing solid piped outside into the form
of a double-spaced-out scaled-down gray cloud breakout playground horse
and this is where it got me

I can't interpret this dream
Every piece hides in between
two others, as a buffer
i've lost count of the number
of thoughts that i've held under