mischance says her heart is a fountain
surrounded with screaming children,
ify ou want a place at the poolside,
then make your way up through the drain into the sun.
there´s no question.
into the sun.
a connection.
a conception!
they´re kicking inside her.
kicking in the water,
pissing on the fire.
groping through pipwork labyrinths,
struggling blindly up the guts:
if you make it to the surface
it´s indigestation - heartburn - in a child
you´re my manchild
and my heart burns.
they´re kicking inside her.
kicking in the water.
pissing on the fire.