[ Featuring Jemima Coulter, Lowswimmer ]
Figured I won't
Even need to know,
Lapsed like your backbone.
Thing is I don't
Feel at home
With all the hormones.
What was bone
Is silicone -
Trapped in a telephone,
It was sewn
To your anklebone
Ink-capped to show you'd 'grown'.
Gotta find your number,
In an almanac,
Gotta find out if you're without somebody.
Got a line of lovers in a zodiac,
I'll find you on my way to someone.
Didn't I grow
In that honeycomb?
Did laps in a narrow boat.
Didn't I go
In a hurry, no?
Let slats of your marrow show.
Nearby moans
In baritone,
Lost to a shallow drone.
Nearly blows,
A bloody nose,
You were marshmallows.
Our binary form, our other one,
Our other ocean floor.
I finally saw the final form,
I know I'm waiting for...
The final form isn't enough.
