I WANT TO SELL CRACK TO YOU

on your birthday when you are so beautiful

give me your hand and let me explode you

across the room and you be the air



what is glorious is that I am not you

even if I am you I am not



even if I crawl inside you like a chigger and sleep

with my hands between my legs just trying to become



when I sell you crack do not smoke the crack

look at the rock as a beautiful object

a diamond – a ring

wear it on your finger

set your hand on fire and breathe you in



you are an object and I am a box

and I need to be filled