I will turn everything upside down.
I am a man of the postmodern world.
I will –
Scrape the happy numbers to ooze blood and pain:
Induce foot taps and bolster to tear wrung tunes:
Squeeze life in the making out of womb:
Dictate labor to the Virgins and senile:
Sketch a being before his birth:
Turn the rivers upwards, into the desert:
Deforest the eternal vegetation:
Ornate the interiors of my house with wild weeping ferns:
I wont master my desires;
I will stretch numerous flyovers to the desired.
