Bugeater

Choking on the blue lakewater That fills your pretty lungs (Bird on the wire of moonlight Waiting for the wire to rust) A little spring of fear in a desert of calm You desperately swim up (Bird on the wire of moonlight Waiting for the moon to combust) In the flesh (In the flesh) No sun (No sex) Little larva (Smile smeared) Bloated sparkle (Bloated seer) Your spine is milk (You're never numb) Your nectar spills (Like cholera) Your fruit is bruised (Your neck is thin) Your spleen's a sweetheart when it sings The lesion swirls in silk and pearl Yhe flytrap in your mouth And now that worm has burrowed in your abdomen You'll never ever pull him out You'll never ever pull me out Bugeater, beautiful and thin Building of bone and sinew draped in skin Something is swirling deep in you Bugeater, baffled little thing Building of bone and sinew draped in skin No one on earth looks quite like you