wasting all my Time

 wasting all my Time

because I won't see my own eyes

Til I demise the wires inside the time zone clocks.

My name was Mr. Buttocks. I was a toilet houmourous

Pigeon

on the clucking walls of rape and pillage.

Don't quiet down. Don't question  my names.

I wanna brain you. I wanna make you braver than a 

Cockatiel

watching the home burn down.

I was open to suggestions but then I locked the boxes,

which I built with my hands, fingers, nails and tools made of woods and metals

forged from the center of the Earth to the middle of the sun.

And he made my name from thin Love.

He made a lot of friends, then they were buried in the ground,

ashes and dust, water and rust.

I drank a lot of Lady Bligh Rhum.

He made my life a sweet surprise,

white as the center of my eyes.

Making water, making women

Don't wait. Don't waste.

Why.

I see my eyes

Now.