Cool.

Let me tell you
about the clockwork
in our bodies,

babe,

and let me tell you
that we’re all really
very pretty

anyway,

so don’t worry about it.


Stay cool, shorty,
and I’ll tell you
the first things to come
of fast talk

and airplanes.


This kiss

is blown
just for you,

let me tell you,

crossed, bled, and cool
like a kiss from friendly wind
ready

for anything.


Let it all out,
and it’ll all rub off
and mix with dust
under the microscope.


This wish
is for you
to stay

cool.