A distant rumble, a mighty sound of confusion and distance
Your bells begin to buzz
The safe frowns
Cows have broken from the teahouse
And suckle the you with stagnant milk
I give warning to those who are deaf
My thoughts and actions don’t match
Paisley jumpsuits with striped ties
I will disinfect you with words of stew
And shellac your carapace with passionate words of insouciance
I will open your choleric bellies and fertilize my field with your fatty liver
Before tearing away your incontinent sex organs
I warn you,
I am antiseptic