Ear wig

I take comfort in thought
Like an insect
I want to crawl in your ears
Like sweet nothings whispered in the dark as I lay next to you
Making you laugh at my stupid antics
I burrow myself away in your head in memory
I will eat your brain inside out
Like a malicious disease only fit for the worst
But my dear you are quite exquisite and quite so new
Quite a delicacy on the menu
Of crustaceans and fodder
Just to know what you're thinking of
I want to see all of your thought
Like a five p.m. TV show that you watch with glazed eyes
Unmoving, brain dead, much like a vegetable
All my words are wills and wants
But will they ever be true?
Will I ever read your poetry
That you wrote about me in a mid summer fever dream
Am I your object of affection
Or merely a reflection of your needs
You fool that chases after stability, ignore not the itch at night
It's telling you to move your body against the rhythm of the world
To be more than what you were
To look within yourself and to see the shit you've filled up
Where it was supposed to be a treasury
Is a septic tank of curses that you won't break

So tell me, my little bug
Would you take over the world with a rug
Flying on a pole
Calling it "flag of the nation of idiots"
Because that is all we can afford to
The winds will say no to fly the flag
"Far too much dirt" will be a registered complaint by the winds of change
They don't want anything to do with you
Because at the end of the day
It's ashes to ashes

And I'm the pyre bone that sticks out till the end.