smells like team spirit

kiss me

your song is on

                fill your need with filling substances

made with reel cheese

forget the now     forget the following

  forget to become forgotten

                                   
breed your miss-breedings beneath a millennia of light
            no longer scene in the night
due to traffic in the sky like
crossing whitecapped crosses

         or bled out rosaries           working overtime

like centurions flicking cigarette butts 

onto burning bridges                 wearing head dresses

smelling like team spirit

       i'll frame my epiphany between your epiphanies 

in order to breath a moments air 

              when cradled centricity is tax free

and need no longer chased by need

           

 needing influential 

                 centimetric calenders glued to vases

growing

as we Behave

losing

the need to kiss     again 

and

again      and again