Swim in Current Streams

Lyrics to me

are like fish in the sea

that started as boogers

and evolved into reptiles.

Then into the ocean

and more evolution

now they fly by

like the whim

cycle I ride.

Chasing the words

of songs

that I know

belong to me.

Spy Job

Perceptian McFly

the retarded spy

ambles along

listening to songs

but not the ones,

you see,

whistling through his teeth.

McF hears the ones in his head

covered by earphones

from which no music flows.

Instead

thoughts bake like bread

and rise to fruition

like seafoam.