Said the coyote to the hair just imagine if you will a whole garden full of vegetables beneath the surface of my skin fully accessible to you once I've been killed available for you to share with all of your little bunny kin so you see my little Cottontail friend what you look like to me when spotted around the trail Bend from your perspective a spool of entrails is but Gore but you're just too selective whilst my gays reveals much more I see a cornucopia of fine fruits overflowing Candy Land for grown ups you're an edible Utopia even the spiny porcupine is a bag of pork rinds with a soda my appetite is unavoidable don't let me find babies in your nest they're kind of adorable but once you Pop there's no stopping till there's no more of you you're like a box of chocolates I'm a fat kid in a junk food store less Claypool posing as Willy Wonka
standing proud before the sun a feast of all within surveillance Jesus intravenous lines hung from telephone pole crucifix Sylvan and Celia Vista separate from the Technicolor zebra silver Cutlery parallel prostate in the shadow of the Leo one wheel under the table makes this picnic mobile a riddle sleeps within the Fable it's answers written on the napkin folded the crown was passed downward not through genetics it's a non-traditional exchange of blood for one's Merit no subjects in the courtyard to celebrate the credit narrowing doorways of perception slink into the distance the China polished gleaming a glass three quarters empty a funeral for the king who was the felines Envy all Technicolor drained with a rerouted transfusion Horizon clear of rain and Stillness for the silent intrusion the Red River bore Lewis Carroll's reflection blue beneath the surface with an artist depression
