the problem with the position of honesty is the flowers squirted into her head by fluorescent paint and strips of dark written in black paper but anyway her can’t was written as can’t but of course she could or you wouldn’t have this poem or the man said to the irksome stranger tell them i’m fucking busy or the woman said to the friend whom she didn’t really like (she always wore a mirror in her head!) tell them I’m busy fucking can'ts are best used in the afternoon bright light sheets saved for morning and if it’s a pg you'd best have them covering her breasts or at least her nipples my nipples are rarely used anymore which is a shame I would like to use them with the man who grows balloon houses in fields only a select few have heard of but of course I can’t which is why I’m writing this poem about it