Would it break

What is that
If that is not
I've got a friend
Who only ever mops

A door is black
But the floor is blue
Or maybe red
Do I even know you

Out of your head
Off with it
It says
I am in which case

No,
Not mad
Just waiting on that blasted plane
But why

May I ask
Does your flash light
Have batteries
Do you know the color of your head

Why are the leaves
Dripping
On your arm
But what was that he said

Liquid velvet
To name a time and place
Don't be so vogue
We all know who carries the toast

Why is the glass
Of the picture
On his flask
Black

Ring ring
Phone stop
Sing
Sting

Oh my
I didn't know how wrong
Right would be
How long

Until I go for flight
You see
Off the building
Into a vast sea

Of naked fallen angels
Raping the daughter
Of a dead king
Am I here

Why are you there
In the raw
Off with the bed
Down on your steps

I don't know
Do you even go
On a plane
Into the fallen brains?

If it could
It should
But would
It look?