They're Increasing in Size. In Pressure.
My head gets bigger.
My head is a watermelon.
my thoughts are those little white seeds in this seedless watermelon.
but, look, a little black seed
i keep looking at that one black seed
transfixed.
and it grows
it grows a little seedling
it grows another watermelon
and now i have two heads
and they're yelling
louder
they're yelling
Because of a little contradiction
A pithy Misdeed
And Now I Have Two Heads
And they're both torn.
this sounds like the lyrics to some craze song.