The Words

You put on your supersonic shoes and take your party pills
Maybe she'll be there, but you don't dare
Ask her ex-boyfriend Bill, he looks a little green around the gills
Through your inner-tinted glasses, and the sentient gases
A pale pink bliss converts this purple verse to a piercing pain
There she is like a stain in the colorfield
Parentheses clog your larynx now
All colliding somehow
Hurtling through the words

In your electromagnet hat and superconducting underpants
You're looking pretty fly to catch her eye
And you radiocarbon-dated all your cufflinks
A clever souvenir of your maneuver last year
Clean unseen geodesic caffeine supports your flow
Grab her arm as she goes like a jellyfish
That begs to be squished in a coral reef
It's pointless to speak
You're just gurgling the words

You're only fluids in a sac and she's a glowing sun
In a cold ionosphere, as you're sitting melting here
On the tofu sofa in the kitchen, she made your string beans glisten
With chemical subversion, unspeakable perversion
In the aftermath you interview yourself in the bathtub, in a foreign film
That's so badly dubbed from this naked place
Great voices come in a bitter code
Up above everyone
You're still searching for the words

The words, the words, the words, the words
The words, the words, the words, searching for the words
The words, searching the words