Swim

My blood fills rivers
And I cry backwards

Wait for moments for mannequins to fight over me
Light their hearts on fire
And cut their hair and penises off
With a scissors

I love the sound of a scissors

When I’m asleep

I love the sound of a scissors

My head will remain

So snip away

While I’m asleep

I can sing with the best of the

Demons

I can sing with the best of the

Demons

So cut it all out

And see what remains

This is the experiment

Hate is but a word

Life is but a word

The man who waters his flowers with blood
Is not to be trusted

He works for the Band-Aid industry

We take his face at word value
And spell check it

Erase his face
But save a backup

My grandfather does not put out an Oldspaper
Because life goes on

But spell-check your name

Because you’ve lost it all
And no one cares

But you

You can drink yourself to sleep

But the last word will be had
By a preacher

So maybe you should try to forget
That you’ve ever existed

Pray for mediocre dreams
That don’t make you want to kill yourself

The bottom line is death

Make life and money

If the ship sinks and you can’t swim
You’re going to wish you’d kissed your
wife

You’re going to wish you’d eaten breakfast

You’re going to wish you’d fucked a hooker

But most of all you’re going to wish you’d

Learned how to swim