Millstones

Hey baby, Alice is home
She's so dry she could
Catch fire
The colours on the TV are tired
The voice on the radio higher

Bored bored and
Boring again
Itching like she could grow wings
The cat smiles disembodied
One wave of its tail stings
You paint me so faceless
Ignorance is contagious
Attractive hand of the dying
You spit your
Cold pity
Like folded rainbows at me
So ugly souls of the crying

The world is shrinking again
Don't Mock - You can
Eat me
The swim is long and lucid
To float with the tide is easy.