Love Song

cacophony, zombie, sidestep, formed, migraine, French, too, nominal, dialect, swallowed, habitual, bonfire

whisper lovingly to me over the cacophony,

the primordial zombie soup of noise and colour.

we can sidestep the elephant

we've formed from our feces

but it still grows like a migraine...

there's only French in my head

mixed too with bits of glitter,

a nominal portion of oil paint and linseed

and i speak a dialect only you know.

we have swallowed each other

it's habitual, the nature of us,

to watch it all go up in the smoke of a bonfire

we started.