but you’re a minnow nympho
in a tangled melodrome
i can’t sleep in tallow
and i can’t weep for you
if a spell is nursing you
and your money thing tingles
then there are batteries
and gag parties
i know you’re written
in matrices of runes
but i’m no aspiring cryptophile
you have a nervous purr
for every gift of self
and you’ll loan it
beyond forward to behind