Stephen Hawking

A stare, it is something which happens
I am jealous of beasts without

Possibly you are without

I just say most days

Thank God the Apostrophist!

the nape of the neck will stray (stay) supernatural

He felt used
Here is my sleep visa

I have "jealousy issues"
with Babylonian sex muttering

click-and-drag your face

I love how your voice's ecto-swerve

how your kneejerk dinoflagellates choke even the stupidest dreams

A fox altered on the Buddha's lap

uses up all my attention
like scrolled toothpaste

What mothers us

is only a Stare