• Would it matter
    If I stole
    A ram’s horn
    And a bowl of glue
    And blew through the instrument
    To make excessive noise

    Would you hear the anonymous plea?
    And know it was me?
    Or would you and your many facets stand tall?

    They are
    Much thicker
    Then the spider limb walls of my house
    That I wont call home
    Or my mouth
    That is all worn out
    Do you hear the constant drone?

    Do you hear me on the phone?
    Do you hear me through the trees?
    Does my voice float like a lime mist on the breeze?
    The second before you sneeze
    When you close your eyes
    What do you see?

    Is it a monster?
    Is it me?

    In reality
    I’m a thimble tall
    My voice twists like a vine
    Through the windows of shopping malls
    Terrorizing blameless taffy dots of tacky trended people

    Don’t you get hit by the glass?
    How can you live with this sort of class?
    When I’m a barbarian like
    A mongol riding fast
    Up mountains that don’t go down

    Would you see me if I frowned?
    Would you notice if I didn’t make a sound?