you realize don't you,
that there's nothing
left in you for me.
there are continents in me
waiting to be raped by a
white dream, a white man;
you, white man, these dreams
are spun into foreign
fortunes, they're yours for
the taking. You're taking.
you're taking. Not talking,
only taking, you're taking
them along for the boat ride
you're medicated for, there
are plenty of spins drilling
away from you and
right inside my forehead
ears, chest and groin.
sing to me, give me some
yellow or orange softness
something that can float
because these waves are
coming from beneath your
fingernails I Know There's
Nothing else than what's left
beneath your fingernails.
