if you're trynna make me trip you'll have to do better than this

that's th party line, tug
it as needed, plug yr latest
prideship, make many cute
faces and execute th slumberin
brute inside you, forge yr
maiden name
onto an imperceivable stone

an maybe then
you won't feel so alone
but that's no glitzy marquee
spellin out yr bruised news
it's no headline migraine
congratulations
it's a girl

who'da guessed
th pearl would clam up
an lick th sand that spills
or that alpine storylines converge
over fanciful resplendent banquets
no goods granted from th perennial quest
none ingrained yet

i'mma migrate these feelings
an make measured overreactions
to th spidercracks of these fissures
and fall fall fall so far far far
till i at least resemble yr star