Flying By

flying by with the speed of a dream i cry no tears as we talk of interviews with creatures yet unknown to me who whisper in my ears from a million miles away. i understand it all, a hermaphrodite with long hair telling me of his chances of pregnancy that make him fear being fucked up the ass and dreams of marrying a nice lesbian girl so that he could be a mother and she the father, and i smile as i fly by. awake! awake! awake they cry from behind a veil of blood that separates me from the rest, and i lap it up with the flick of a wrist… no fears even though the chain knaws inside of me. he beats her and she’s grown strong even though her ribs are broken and she might be pregnant with his child, so she’s a lesbian father now and can ignore the bruises and the bomb that her friend offered to plant under his car… she wanted his girlfriend a moment ago as she stared at her breasts, an he even offered to hook them up, but i fly on. so stare at the ocean and i’ll sing you a tune of days gone by that i learned of when i was traveling, flying… flying… flying…