It’s not blood
It’s not horrible
And get something no one will eat?
But taste funny on your tongue?
Or an act of defiance
By those who don’t dance, thank you very much.
Than my face?
Rather play with words than drugstore dreams?
Do you get in your bed while I seem to float above mine
Testing deeper shores of metaphor and rhyme
Before turning on my coffee pot in the morning
And watch me soar