Terminally Chill

Just asleep, she's been waiting to creep

For a long time

Friendly eyes, so small, they rise

From the waist line

In dreams came callipygous things

To my bedside

And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs

To the outside

Like the days when the lovesick haze

Chemical fried

Lock your face, point to minimum waits

Friends to decide

Mostly nights when your perfumes hide

To my eye

On all my soup we caught

In the tide