What if those were all your teeth on the floor.

What would you say if your dream came true.

You move through    the tunnels of me

you are the toasted odor of    decay.

Something is always about to happen.

Why are scary things sexy.        Why are doctors so tall.

If the future is a roller rink    my skates are white

& my smile is white & I am dead & I am

couples skating to Cypress Hill.