The Pink Wig to My Salieri

always in bloom
just like in the country
we sit in this room
powered by nine volts and waves
my face is a buzz
just like i'm a t.v.
and you are alone
refrigerator

when you close the door it turns out the light
with a head full of ice
it's so cold inside of me
stay
here on the parquet
losing poetry
that is written on my face

na na na na na na