You’re a salty saint
An oil slick entertainer
Devouring words
Coughing up chaos here
With estuary tongue
And no sense or reason
I'm summoning suns
Waiting for permission
To break everything you make
And roll through the debris
Where I'm drunk in the daylight
To murder your memory
You are shield and spear
When nothing happens
Healing with squares
In mountains of monitors
I break everything you make
And roll through the debris
Plush toy mediators and God
Won't bring back your body