Stream

Sinking ideas into words into puddles of thought
Bathe me
Drowning ideas into months of growth

And performing dangerous surgeries on teddy bears'
heads
Paper Christmas little creatures
Wear me

I love the way she wears those dresses and teases my deepest
instinct
with those eyes becoming cases for wondrous spiralling vocabulary
Words all around, words
The vocabulary of my dreams
Just don't dress in mint
The way it always is
The way it's always been

Stream of consciousness does not sound like this bullshit
Sinking ideas into puddles of thought