It’s not so secret,

its all in my ears,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

abstractly, but just as it always was.

I am beholden to those colonies of ants

and all that selfish forgetfulness ,,

Oh the slander we’ve endured!

That ripe fruit drips right down my face,

freezing some of my sweet teeth as I bite down

as I sweet dream,

the fall of Troy,

a million miles away.