Believe Me

There is a jazz bar at the back of my head.
A silicon doll, with blonde hair, sleeps in my loins.
A kitchen sink grieves at my feet.

I have had both legs, in a plaster-cast,
Simultaneously

And that is no joke.

Believe me.

There is a car stereo in both of my ears.
A grand piano, rolls down the hills, I walk up.
A chair coughs politely, when I sit down.

I have fired a gun and burst, in too tears,
Ridiculously.

And that is no joke

Believe me.

There is a map of the river on my palm.
A man with wrinkly skin, lives in my pupils.
A boat I once made floats on the water.

I have had help with my technology homework work
Parentally

Perpetually

And that is no joke

Believe me?