if i broke my jaw for you i'd find a broken tooth and rip it out throw it in the water where it'd flow into the river let it out out across the flood plain it would flow until it reach the open sea underneath the sanded silt and smooth stones and seaweed love is like a spaceship burning up when it hits the atmosphere wishing that for once it might have wised up right and stayed away from here up in outter space where there is no oxygen and nothing makes a sound martians bring canals to bring water and to sail their vessels down