i love clouds
i hate fish
i love them all so much
yet i loathe them so
i sleep and smoke
drink and joke
my water timing running low
when i was a duck
i cloaked
i can't finish what i do when all i do is mope
look at my nails they're so short yet so far
i pretend my eyes were blue for once
not so twice
alone
i remember when i draw i play my fruit drums in the sun
i wish for wishing wishes
and i play with swords
i pay my sores with bills of slopes
then i sleep some more i can't think straight not anymore
not anymore...........