Guesthouse

Don't ya?

Haven't you all once ever puppet

Sitting midwatch,

Blanking break,the kettle birch on TV

the ones I love, slip in 

Unmatched sums,

Something inside silhouette out

And

“Timmy makes the loudest grin”

 

Now

Look at me, once a sudden

It's true, that there, I have glass doors for one’s mouth,

Too much butter

And I burst

Manic tongue

 

They fare my sickness 

For sanguine stungup love

 

 

And don't forget, the hyena’s eye

Make me more dead,

They look arsenic eyes, brimming succinct and children's clove

  

 

Ask me of my essays, while I sit about

Angelics of silence, is dreamt in every heart

 

“Do you, darling”

 

My tears gravitate 

the syrup half of day

 

Someone please

 

Just bring the tea

And ofcourse 

Nuke the guesthouse