Conehead

MY HALOS CARE

theres a city where she takes herself simply
chapel bird shoulders are rock concerts
with gliding ice bone signals

something sad or noisy walked home
it was paper changing your hair
its just that i really felt that doll

somebody worked at a tire company
nobody wanted to work there
he's a mans' man

emotion cares about the plot, man
sudden careless nightfall
one who does not conform to nothing

truth, it swings, math travels wise
in the vegetation; conform to one, sweetheart
aquatic birds of darkness undergo handswing

platinum sadness, my halos care
your bird ink plot understands
females causing a heart apart

calamity nights, wrong dress
wise in the darkness of small fatherhood
large claws of nipping microbe