You know my mouth has been there,
Silently and drunkenly trying the words.
I sometimes think I ought to dare
But it's far and away too late.
Troublemaking again, sorry.
Remember the terrifying sunset?
It's always noon now, with occasional cumulus.
I thought about buying your finger,
Making an offer, experimenting with stupidity.
As if the other volumes are flawed.
It might be true. It can't be.
Too good to be.
Too offensive,
Too insulting.
If you ever hear me say it, slap me.