Oh God We’re All So Pretty Now
For the love of novelty
we’re all so pretty now
and I swear I'm gonna spend my life in vain,
suspended in the middle of a million pairs of unblinking eyes,
feeling as if something's awry,
like the glass is broken, the table is turned,
like the debtor’s wail has something like a song within it.
I see through your eyes.
The world isn’t broken, it’s trying to explain
words and morphemes, yes,
syntax is a holy game.
You see through my eyes.
The world was never broken, only built to maintain
grammatical relations between devils casting blame.
Spending time with all you beauties in your paper cups…
Seeing pretty things through pretty eyes…
Through such pretty eyes,
it’s just dreams, dreams, dreams.