The Bottom
Like Alice, I read no labels
Yet I’m surprised every time
Ironically enough
Condensation runs down my thumb
To make my watch glisten
The time is wrong
The time is always wrong
Bitter, you are
And sometimes sweet like candy
Cherry and all
I go down, down
You keep me up, up
My hell makes you look like heaven
A false idol, you are
I fall on my knees
At school they wonder
What the bruises are from
Full throttle down Fortification
I look left and I look right
Are you there, Richard?
Don’t turn on your lights
Ah, that’s the neon I like to see
Open, it says
Flickering like lightning
Buzzing like bees
Why do I keep going to bonfires
Drenched in gasoline?