Happiness Machines

happiness machines

feed me happiness machines
let them flood, mouth to sole.
maladjusted remedy
and I will softly hum.

spoon feed me the words
whip off my chin
watch the alphagetti up-chuck
and poor pronunciation
spill through the floor

drip the sound in my eye
rub out the dust
lick away the white noise
pull the lashes one by one

no more songs of crocodile tears
’cause we hate happy endings
lets eat off our fingers and
embrace the paradox


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