Rows of condos and birds as helicopters   I had a headache where you left   give up something, and it's luke warm blood   telephones have eyes    to rip our feelings through      we're dropping off   like guns and flies      she's everywhere   and she will step right over the water   but if you take him on down today   she will drag you back down to the bottom   she's everywhere      Full of visuals and half wit harlequins   it's full of smiles and laughter   we'll weed 'em out like dandelions   and your arms are like batteries    and your arms are chandeliers    bought a ticket to the picture show   I rip down feelings   move these walls inside myself    I lost my car keys underneath   the palm tress and city lights   avert my eyes to move northwest      we're dropping off    like guns and flies      she's everywhere   and she will step right over the water   but if you take him on down to today   she will pull you straight into the bottom   she's everywhere,      This is a poem,    a combination of a sentence    broken up to form a rhythm.   you are a poem,   little pieces of my senses   broken up to form an image,      Take her down to the river   she would step   right over the water,   and if you take him on down to that goddamn river   he would drag you straight down to the bottom.