Snap a dog jaw at your dainty palms.

The feathery tentacled women, gasping and licking and sucking and foaming. They fall to cacophono-knees. Hands, pressed flat onto porcelain. Eye’s begging with a thousand tiny tongues.

Share tiny sparks of magic with me!

And the flip top jabber swing jungle boys, dancing in my head, do a naughty little dance. Again.

Meanwhile, a meteor, with an ego the size of Gibralta and all it’s monkeys, barely misses this little planet.

She turns to me.

BOOM helloo!

With a sharp and stylish tellybox smile. I feel like I’ve eaten too much toothpaste again. Her head pops into sponge gore and spits my face all red. Sprat pack all dribbling on my aging facade.

HEY! Check me out.

I turn the tellybox off. Zip. Goodnight. Next!

I have fallen. Before. Well down. Into dark places. Old places. Places which need to be locked up, encased in cancer and thrown to Cerberus. The dozy dogdogdog.

I don’t need these caves.

Yet. I fear. I haven’t explored nearly enough labyrinthine delights.

Hungry hungry Hypocrites the lot of us. Torn down the middle and spasmodically wriggling back together for eternity.

All of us. Insignificant.

Little pink whistle mice on distant planets are intrigued by our story. But then can’t be fucked to throw a bone.

Fuck them. They say. What do they matter?
On their tiny spinny ball of blue and green ME in an ocean of WHATTHEFUCK!?

All of us. Insignificant.

7 billion dirty specks.

Of which we are two. Of which we are nothing. Lost in the allthatiseverything. Blinkered from the stomach acid gag-chunk salesmen and the stars who made them.

But...

-

Did you ever swing out so far you...

Ever jump so far that....

Ever strap into your rocket pack, slap on a shit eating grin, hit the switch and dive around planets of wonder in search of the fiery inferno of the orchid, just for kicks?

Fuck no. No you haven’t. You were pulled there.

Gravity’s a bitch. And a good one. And tonight, she can have me.

Take me. I am but a tiny moon. Strip me of my power for once. I want to feel naive. Playing with my food and dangling my legs under the highchair.

Wanting. Waiting. Wondering what shapes are snapping in and out of existence behind those eyes of yours. At your mercy. You simply being yourself. Being opaque. Sharing whatever you see fit.

Do as thou wilt.

I want to lose control with frustration. Snap a dog jaw at your dainty palms.

I yearn to yearn to yearn. To question nothing and to tumble down into the depths.

To

fall


and




fall.




Feel the wind sing past my ears. Stealing my breath. Until the…


BOOM.




Hey the animals down here,

in the depths,


they GLOW IN THE FUCKING DARK DUDE!