I could be your lover
Think how you would feel

Elvis tells me, "get high"
Strange severe pleasure pedestals circle under and up over the red door to my heart
Look, use your spectacles
Now look again
My memory has left you lemon flavored
The last piece, the best piece
Taste my soul while your bejeweled little fingers wad-crumple up thе wrapper
You toss it, it falls
With the acid rain we drink and wе walk across the skipping leaves of my oregano tree
Nothing was everything before the tablets were tried, before the tablets were tried